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(Gudda Gudda)

Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my right
Star Treck fly, flying objects
Im all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass
Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is addicts
The Mathematics
You cut the check and I rake in the green, Im rakin the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near feint when passin
Call my whip Martin but the first Aston
Potato head niggas get mashed when Im
you fucking with me put your cash in
Nah I it
I was young and when Pete say he was about it
You is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
Kill the competition and shower niggas flowers
rap shit is ours
Gudda, Bitch!

(Lil Wayne)

Uh, Uptown in it
Black menace
Black clothes, Black
semi,
Ive never sat in
That would me
Try Maybach or
Bitch I got stacks,
Paychecks on
And I still payback
And I still dont play
I on ASAP
And you dont do but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they your way
YM Young Mula, Money all day
Where the so sweet, like honey on yay
Which one of yall say, you want Im honoured
I your ass, like a muthaficking lineman
Stack of paychecks, a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red, like a old
shittin on ya, dump 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 made me to history
So doing thats my Extra-curicular
Bulldozer boy, and the Target is the
Two things I Love in the World, Head and Victory
You doing it big and broke stop kidding me
Your whip aint up to date, and your hoes like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Bates
Come at me sideways, my money'll ya straight
Yeah, Im a Big Joker so you I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home an ashy face
Love is a gamble, but its my
Pretend that your the loser, I that she got aveno
I hope the game got life cause Ima kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying it
Im so harlem, eating but still
Pockets fat as fuck, like all do is eat margarine
Millz!

(Tyga)

Say-Say-Say, Put the
Say,Put the in the pot
up the notch
Burn the from a Stove-Top
Its licking hot
His pitch flip cause the nigga
My shit hit, the pitch was soft
cotton balled
She dropped cause she poppin off
Her pussy guard, but, I dont stop at all
I smash in the car, like the fucking law
I bet gone, who wanna make it done
The rocky that we up on
Shittin on em hay in the barn
Hey wait they say talks
And, man you dont at all
You at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up, using analogues
I wreck shit, for the recognition
Jesus as my witness, say
I bore you flame flicker
I pictures
skin aint drippin