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Gudda Gudda

"YM Banger"

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Ok I'm leanin' to the left, flag in my right pocket
Star Trek fly, unidentified flying objects
Extraterrestrial, I'm all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack and you n*ggas is crack addicts
It's simple mathematics; you cut the check
And I rake in the green like I'm rakin' the grass in
Pretty b*tches damn near faint when they passin'
Call my whip Martin, but the first name Aston
Potatohead n*ggas get mashed when I'm spazzin
Think you f*ckin' with me? Put your cash in
Nah, I doubt it;
I was young and reckless when P say he was about it
You n*ggas is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
Kill the competition and shower n*ggas with flowers
This rap sh*t is ours, Gudda, b*tch~!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace
Black clothes, black tennis', black semi'
I've never sat in the Hemi, that will offend me
Try Maybach or Maybach, b*tch I got stacks
Yeah, Paychecks on paychecks and I still want payback
I still don't play that, I kill on ASAP
And we don't do sh*t but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they runnin' 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 honored
I blitz yo' ass like a mothaf*ckin' lineman
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas
Still wear red like an old 49er
f*ck sh*ttin' on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby, b*tch I'm hotter than Uganda

[Verse 3: Jae Millz]
Let-let go
Mo-momma ain't make me to make homies, she made me to make history
So doin that my extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy and my target is the industry
Two things in the world I love - good head and victory
You ain't doin' it big, I'm grown, stop kiddin me
Your whip ain't up to date and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Kathy Bates
Come at me sideways my money'll slap you straight
Yeah, I'm a big joker so you know I'll smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl send her home with a ashy face
Love is a gamble, but it's my casino
And tonight you're the loser, I hope she got Aveno
I hope the game got life insurance cause I'mma kill it
And all you whack ass rap n*ggas dyin with it
I'm so Harlem, eatin but still starvin'
Po-pockets fat as f*ck like all they do is eat margarine

[Verse 4: Tyga]
Say, put the flow
Say, put the flow in the pot, crank up the notch
Burn the song from a stove top, this finger lickin hot
His pick flip cause the n*gga flopped
My sh*t hit like the pitch was soft, n*ggas cottonballed
She dropped drawers cause she poppin off
Her pus*y crossed guard but, I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like f*ck the f*ckin law
Her baby daddy gone, who wanna meet the Don?
That Rocky sh*t up on the arm-arm
sh*ttin on 'em like hay in the barn
Hey wait they say Money talks and, man you don't speak at all
You shop at mini-malls
My style two thumbs up like using analogs
Ha ha~! I wreck sh*t for the recognition b*tch
Jesus as my witness, Saan vision
Eyeball you n*ggas, flame flicker
I melt pictures, Tyga skin ain't drippin

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