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(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my pocket
Star Treck fly, flying objects
Extraterrestrial Im all about my
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a flow
Sicker than average, you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack, and you is crack addicts
The simple
You cut the and I rake in the green, like Im rakin the grass in
Pretty damn near feint when they passin
my whip Martin but the first name Aston
Potato head niggas get when Im spazzin
Think you fucking me put your cash in
Nah I it
I was young and reckless Pete say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howards,
Kill the and shower niggas with flowers
This rap is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, back in it
Hollygrove menace
Black clothes, tennis
semi,
Ive never sat in
That offend me
Try or Maybach
Bitch I got stacks,
on Paychecks
And I still payback
And I still dont that
I kill on
And you dont do shit but get all day
Put shoes on my bullets now they runnin your way
YM Young Mula, Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet, honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you want drama Im
I blitz ass, like a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, with a bunch of commas
wear red, like a old 49er
Fuck shittin on ya, the whole toilet on ya
Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than
Ughhh!!!

(Jae Millz)

Ma-Mama aint make me to homies
She me to make history
So thats my Extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy, and the is the Industry
Two things I Love in the World, Good Head and
You aint it big and broke stop kidding me
Your aint up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
is Misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my slap ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you know I smash ace
the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
that your the loser, I hope that she got aveno
I hope the game got life insurance cause Ima it
And all you wack ass rap dying with it
Im so harlem, eating but still
fat as fuck, like all they do is eat margarine
Millz!

(Tyga)

Say-Say-Say, Put the
Say,Put the in the pot
Crank up the
Burn the song a Stove-Top
Its finger hot
His pitch flip cause the flop
My shit hit, the pitch was soft
Niggas balled
She drawers cause she poppin off
Her pussy cross guard, but, I stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the law
I bet daddy gone, who wanna it done
The shit that we up on
on em like hay in the barn
Hey wait they say money
And, man you dont at all
You at mini-malls
My two thumbs up, like using analogues
I wreck shit, for the bitch
as my witness, say envision
I bore you niggas flicker
I melt
Tyga skin aint