(feat. Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz & Tyga)
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[Gudda Gudda:]
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Ok I'm leaning to the left
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flag in my right pockets
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star track fly, unidentified flying objects
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extraterrestrial I'm all about my decimels
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retarded in the booth they say I got a special flow
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sicker than your average you rappers is ass backwards
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Gudda speak crack and you niggas is crack addicts
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the simple mathematics
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you cut the check and I rake in the green like I'm raking the grass in
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pretty bitches damn near feint when they passing
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call my whip Martin but the first name Aston
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potato head niggas get mashed when I'm spazzin'
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think you fucking with me put your cash in, nah I doubt it
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I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it
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you niggas is Ducks Howards, cowards
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kill the competition and hsower niggas with flowers
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this rap shit is ours
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pop bitch
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[Lil Wayne:]
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Uh, uptown back in it
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Hollygrove black menace
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black clothes, black tennis
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black semi,
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I've never sat in hemi
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that would offend me
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try Maybach on Maybach
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bitch I got stacks yeah
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paychecks on paychecks
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and I still want payback
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and I still don't play that
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I kill on asap
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and you don't do shit but get money all day
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put some shoes on my bullets now they running your way
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YM young mula young money all day
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where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
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which one of y'all say you want drama I'm honoured
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I blitz your ass like a muthafucking lineman
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stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of comma's
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still wear red like an old 49ner
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fuck shittin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
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Weezy F baby bitch I hotter than Uganda
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Ughhh!!!
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[Jae Millz:]
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Mama aint make me to make homies
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she make me to make history
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so doing that's my extra-curicular activity
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bulldozer boy and my target is the industry
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Two things I love in the World, good head and victory
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you aint doing it big and broke stop kidding me
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your whip aint up to date and your hoes look like Mr T
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This is misery, no Cathy Bates
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come at me sideways my money slap ya straight
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yeah I'm a big joker so you know I special ace
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leave the club with ya girl send her home with an ashy face
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love is a gamble but it's my casino
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pretend that your the loser I hope that she [?]
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I hope the game got life insurance
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cause I'm kill it
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and all you wack ass rap niggas dying with it
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I'm so harlem eating but still starving
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pockets full of fat like all I do is eat margarine
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Millz
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[Tyga:]
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put the flow in the pot
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crank up the notch
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burn the song from a stove top
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it's finger licking hot
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his pitch flip cause the nigga flop
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my shit hit like the pitch was soft
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niggas cotton balled
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she dropped drawers cause she poppin off
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her pussy cross guard but I don't stop at all
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I smash in the car, like fuck the fucking law
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I bet daddy gone, who wanna make shit done
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the rocky shit [?]
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shittin on em like hittin the barn
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hey wait they say money talks
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man you don't speak at all
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you shop at mini malls
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my style two thumbs up like using analogues
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I wreck shit for the recognition bitch
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Jesus as my witness, say evision
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I bore you niggas flame flicker
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I melt pictures
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Tyga skin aint drippin'
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YM Banger
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Lil' Wayne |