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Tyga:
Ha, peekaboo bitch, swag scare your kids
My airplane clothes flyer than your best this year
Gorillas in the mist, pull back pump they fist
Im from the planet of the apes, King Kong clips
Silence lambs bitch
Run through your land trippin'
Can’t pretend when this is real as it gets can ya
If shit hits the fan, id Ron Artest niggas
This how Im living getting tatted in some house slippers
I like my bitches simple, laid back, relax its mental
Shit you know what I do, tell me what you tryna get into
The man cars rented, the man car killing
Gossiping fuck the car look at the man in it
Ha boys to man business, we don’t hire bitches
Just fire bitches, Young Money fire spitters
The red x's with us. and they aint ate they dinner
Beginners feast, feet lying fatality finish
Im killin' these records they put me in Guinness
I really dont give a f-fuck if you witness
You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it
I still gunna get my fucking percentage
I cuss a lot cause bitch Im seers
Young no beard, get soup
Like gumbo with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is bitch
Lil Wayne:
Uhh
Now let me start by sayin' I dont like this beat
But imma weather the storm Imma lightening streak
Uhh, Weezy F baby, I do it big weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches try to Cirque Du Sollie me
Got some new bitches, trail got me laughing
The one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket
Shot gun on the kitchen table, the shells in the cabinet
Fucking with me is like stepping on the tail of a dragon
Wet pussy is my cabin, more bithces than a pageant
I keep a house full nigga call me Bob Saget
Spending time backwards, hotter than a cactus
And we aint in the building we the fucking contractors
Y-YM, muthafucka why hate it
Young Money down your throat gotta stay hydrated
Quarterback weezy, young Tom Brady
open up your mouth and catch a bomb baby
Hehe good morning dude, eagle street car in tune
Long Joe, no short bread, no Lorna Dune
Im warning you, we on the move
Bunch of female dogs and garden tools
Thats bitches and hoes, hospital full, sick of my flow
Hi-hip hop was washed up so I bought some change to finish my load
I load millions and more millions
Money to the ceiling, nigga no ceiling!
Zippi:
Step up in this bitch 5 o clock in the morning
The world is waking up you can hear the pigeons yawning
Imma get that worm now, tell em its my turn now
Yall niggas need a lesson on some ethic you gunna learn now
I do this for the love of it, saliva cause I love to spit
And I juke it for my future records, you gunna love to spit
Fucking with my bredren, 10 years strong
And he put them dreads in silver John Long
But he’s more like platinum, hold up heres a napkin
Pick your jaw up off the floor, and tuck your tongue right back in
Tell me where is Mack Maine
…Thats all I have
Corrections?
Ha, peekaboo bitch, swag scare your kids
My airplane clothes flyer than your best this year
Gorillas in the mist, pull back pump they fist
Im from the planet of the apes, King Kong clips
Silence lambs bitch
Run through your land trippin'
Can’t pretend when this is real as it gets can ya
If shit hits the fan, id Ron Artest niggas
This how Im living getting tatted in some house slippers
I like my bitches simple, laid back, relax its mental
Shit you know what I do, tell me what you tryna get into
The man cars rented, the man car killing
Gossiping fuck the car look at the man in it
Ha boys to man business, we don’t hire bitches
Just fire bitches, Young Money fire spitters
The red x's with us. and they aint ate they dinner
Beginners feast, feet lying fatality finish
Im killin' these records they put me in Guinness
I really dont give a f-fuck if you witness
You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it
I still gunna get my fucking percentage
I cuss a lot cause bitch Im seers
Young no beard, get soup
Like gumbo with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is bitch
Lil Wayne:
Uhh
Now let me start by sayin' I dont like this beat
But imma weather the storm Imma lightening streak
Uhh, Weezy F baby, I do it big weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches try to Cirque Du Sollie me
Got some new bitches, trail got me laughing
The one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket
Shot gun on the kitchen table, the shells in the cabinet
Fucking with me is like stepping on the tail of a dragon
Wet pussy is my cabin, more bithces than a pageant
I keep a house full nigga call me Bob Saget
Spending time backwards, hotter than a cactus
And we aint in the building we the fucking contractors
Y-YM, muthafucka why hate it
Young Money down your throat gotta stay hydrated
Quarterback weezy, young Tom Brady
open up your mouth and catch a bomb baby
Hehe good morning dude, eagle street car in tune
Long Joe, no short bread, no Lorna Dune
Im warning you, we on the move
Bunch of female dogs and garden tools
Thats bitches and hoes, hospital full, sick of my flow
Hi-hip hop was washed up so I bought some change to finish my load
I load millions and more millions
Money to the ceiling, nigga no ceiling!
Zippi:
Step up in this bitch 5 o clock in the morning
The world is waking up you can hear the pigeons yawning
Imma get that worm now, tell em its my turn now
Yall niggas need a lesson on some ethic you gunna learn now
I do this for the love of it, saliva cause I love to spit
And I juke it for my future records, you gunna love to spit
Fucking with my bredren, 10 years strong
And he put them dreads in silver John Long
But he’s more like platinum, hold up heres a napkin
Pick your jaw up off the floor, and tuck your tongue right back in
Tell me where is Mack Maine
…Thats all I have
Corrections?
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