YM Banger
Lil Wayne, Tyga, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda
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Gudda, yeah Okay, I'm leanin' to the left, flag in my right pocket Star Trek fly, unidentified flying object 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 (backwards) Gudda spit crack and you niggas 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 bitches damn near faint when they passin' Call my whip Martin, but the first name Aston Potato-head niggas get mashed when I'm spazzin' Think you fuckin' with me? Put your cash in Nah, I doubt it I was young and reckless when P say he was about it You niggas is ducks, Howards, cowards Kill the competition and shower niggas with flowers This rap shit is ours, Gudda, bitch 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, bitch, 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 shit 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 your ass like a motherfuckin' lineman Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas Still wear red like an old 49er F*ck shittin' on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya Weezy F baby, bitch I'm hotter than Uganda Ugh Let-let go Mo-momma ain't make me to make homies, she made me to make history So doing that my extra-curricular 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 (yep), 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 wack-ass rap niggas dying with it I'm so Harlem, eating but still starvin' Po-pockets fat as f*ck like all they do is eat margarine Millz 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 bitch flip 'cause the nigga flopped My shit hit like the pitch was soft, niggas cotton-balled She drop drawers, then she pop it off Her pussy crossed guard, but I don't stop at all I smash in the car, like f*ck the fucking law Her baby daddy gone, who wanna meet Sadam? That Rocky shit up on the arm-arm Shitting 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 Haha, I wreck shit for the recognition, bitch Jesus as my witness, Satan vision I boil niggas, flame flicker I melt pictures, Tyga skin ain't drippin'
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Written by: Michael Cadahia, Dwayne Carter, Carl Lilly, Jarvis Millz, Michael Stevenson, Unknown Writers
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