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YM Banger Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda]
Gudda, yeah, okay
I'm leaning to the left, flag in my right pocket
Star track fly, unidentified flying object
Extraterrestrial, I'm all about my decimals
r*****ed in the booth they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you rappers is a** backwards
Gudda spit crack and you n***** is crack addicts
The simple mathematics, you cut the check
And I rake in the green like I'm rakin' the grass in
Pretty b****** d*** near faint when they passin'
Call my whip Martin but the first name Aston
Potato head n***** get mashed when I'm spazzin'
Think you f****** with me put your cash in, nah I doubt it
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it
You n***** is Ducks, Howard's, cowards
Kill the competition and shower n***** with flowers
This rap s*** is ours, Gudda b****

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Uh, Uptown back in it
Hollygrove black menace
Black clothes, black tennis
Black semi, I've never sat in a Hemi
That would offend me
Try Maybach on Maybach
b**** I got stacks
Yeah, paychecks on paychecks
And I still want payback
And I still don't play that
I kill on asap
And we don't do s*** but get money all day
Put some 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 honored
I blitz your a** like a m***********' lineman
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of comma's
Still wear red like an old 49ner
f*** s***tin' on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F Baby b****, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughh
[Verse 3 - Jae Millz]
Lego
Mama ain't make me to make homies
She made me to make history
So doing that's 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 doing it big, I'm grown stop kidding me
Your whip ain't up to date and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my money will slap ya straight
Yeah, I'm a big joker so you know I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble but it's my casino
And tonight your the loser, I hope she got Aveeno
I hope the game got life insurance cause I'mma kill it
And all you wack a** rap n***** dying with it
I'm so Harlem, eating but still starving
Pockets fat as f*** like all they do is eat margarine
Millzy, lego
[Verse 4 - Tyga]
Say, put the flow in the pot
Crank up the notch
Burn the song from a stove top
It's finger licking hot
His pitch flip cause the n**** flop
My s*** hit like the pitch was soft
n***** cotton balled
She dropped drawers cause she pop it off
Her p**** cross guard but I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like f*** the f****** law
I made daddy gone, who wanna make it done
That rocky s*** that we up on
Shttin' on 'em like hate 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 a***ogues haha
I wreck s*** for the recognition b****
Jesus as my witness, say envision
I bore you n*****, flame flicker
I melt pictures, Tyga skin ain't drippin'
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