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[Gudda Gudda] Ok I'm leaning to the left Flag in my right pockets Star track fly, unidentified flying objects Extraterrestrial I'm all about my decimels Retarded in the booth they say I got a special flow Sicker than your average you rappers is ass backwards Gudda speak crack and you n-ggas is crack addicts The simple mathematics. You cut the check and I rake in the green like I'm raking the grass in Pretty b-tches damn near feint when they passing Call my whip Martin but the first name Aston Tata head n-ggas get mashed when I'm spazzin' Think you f-cking with me put your cash in, nah I doubt I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it You n-ggas is ducks howards, cowards Kill the competition and hsower n-ggas with flowers This rap sh-t is ours Pop b-tch [Lil Wayne] Uh, uptown back in it Hollygrove black menace Black clothes, black tennis Black semi, I've never sat in hemi That would offend me Try Maybach on Maybach B-tch I got stacks yeah Paychecks on paychecks And I still want payback And I still don't play that I kill on asap And you don't do sh-t but get money all day P-ssy shoes on my bullets now they running your way Ym young mula young money all day Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay Which one of y'all say you want drama I'm honoured I blitz your ass like a muthaf-cking lineman Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of comma's Still wear red like an old 49ner F-ck sh-ttin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya Weezy F baby b-tch I hotter than Uganda Ughhh! [Jae Millz] Mama aint make me to make homies She make me to make history So doing that's my extra-curicular activity Bulldozer boy and the target is the industry Two things I love in the World, good head and victory You aint doing it big and broke stop kidding me Your whip aint up to date and your hoes look like Mr T This is Misery, no Cathy Bates Come at me sideways my money slap ya straight Yeah I'm a big joker so you know I slap you ace Leave the club with ya girl send her home with an ashy face Love is a gamble but it's my casino Pretend that your the loser I hope that she [?] I hope the game got life insurance Cause I'm kill it And all you wack ass rap n-ggas dying with it I'm so harlem eating but so starving Pockets full of fat like all I do is eat margarine Millz [Tyga] Put the flow in the pot Crank up the ntoch Burn the song from a stove top It's finger licking hot His pitch flip cause the n-gga flop My sh-t hit like the p-tch was soft N-ggas cotton balled She dropped drawers cause she poppin off Her p-ssy cross guard but I don't stop at all I smash in the car, like f-ck the f-cking law I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it done The rocky sh-t that we up on Shttin on em like hittin the barn Hey wait they say money talks Man you don't speak at all You shop at mini malls My style two thumbs up like using analogues I wreck sh-t for the recognition b-tch Jesus as my witness, say evision I bore you n-ggas flame flicker I melt pictures Tyga skin aint drippin' [End]
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