paroles de chanson YM Banger - Lil Wayne feat. Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda & Tyga
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
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
niggas
is
crack
addicts
The
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
fucking
with
me
put
your
cash
in,
nah
I
doubt
it
I
was
young
and
reckless
when
Pete
say
he
was
about
it
You
niggas
is
Ducks,
Howard's,
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
a
Hemi
That
would
offend
me
Try
Maybach
on
Maybach
Bitch
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
shit
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
ass
like
a
motherfuckin'
lineman
Stack
of
paychecks
with
a
whole
bunch
of
comma's
Still
wear
red
like
an
old
49ner
Fuck
shittin'
on
ya,
dump
the
whole
toilet
on
ya
Weezy
F
Baby
bitch,
I'm
hotter
than
Uganda
Ughh
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
ass
rap
niggas
dying
with
it
I'm
so
Harlem,
eating
but
still
starving
Pockets
fat
as
fuck
like
all
they
do
is
eat
margarine
Millzy,
lego
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
nigga
flop
My
shit
hit
like
the
pitch
was
soft
Niggas
cotton
balled
She
dropped
drawers
cause
she
pop
it
off
Her
pussy
cross
guard
but
I
don't
stop
at
all
I
smash
in
the
car,
like
fuck
the
fucking
law
I
made
daddy
gone,
who
wanna
make
it
done
That
rocky
shit
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
analogues
haha
I
wreck
shit
for
the
recognition
bitch
Jesus
as
my
witness,
Satan
vision
I
bore
you
niggas,
flame
flicker
I
melt
pictures,
Tyga
skin
ain't
drippin'
Man
you
don't
speak
at
all
You
shop
at
mini
malls
My
style
two
thumbs
up
like
using
analogues
I
wreck
shit
for
the
recognition
bitch
Jesus
as
my
witness,
say
evision
I
bore
you
niggas
flame
flicker
I
melt
pictures
Tyga
skin
ain't
drippin'
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