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?. I said what you gonna do when * hits the fan?. Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?. And show us you're as hard as you say you are. Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? Niggaz is so
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finna take these pussy niggas down. Beat Billionaire I got coke like the 80's. I got coke like the 80's, in my coke white Mercedes. I got coke like the 80's. I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like
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Bài hát Coke Bottle - Agnez Mo, Timbaland, T. I. And here we go, Wizz Dumb. No, don't play. Dumb drum, Rum pum pum. I got dollars, could you imagine?. They're giving love to an independent woman. I'm
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. But watch this *, I'mma put a stop to this. I got to flip, the V's niggas pop the *, come on And I been copped the six, been droppin' hits. Been rock my wrist and flood my dial. These haters be
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money with my New York click Yeah, I'm on my New York *. I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks. Tailor-made clothin' with my New York stitch. My chick bangin', don't you see my New York bitch
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Hello? What's up, who is this?. Yo nigga, this murda rich. What's up nigga?. What's up with you my nigga?, Check this out Some * done popped of right? Yeah. I need you and 'Tay to go handle it
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Man I luv this *. Man I luv this *. Man I luv this *. Man I luv this *. And I luv this *. And I luv this *. And I luv this * It's two o'clock and I'm faded. This kush
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Man I luv this *. Man I luv this *. Man I luv this *. Man I luv this *. And I luv this *. And I luv this *. And I luv this * It's two o'clock and I'm faded. This kush
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Man I luv this *. Man I luv this *. Man I luv this *. Man I luv this *. And I luv this *. And I luv this *. And I luv this * It's two o'clock and I'm faded. This kush
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that *. Got my (It's the Ziggins) greatest hits. Got my (It's the Ziggins) greatest hits. Is this band making money? I don't know. It's the writing on the wall. All my friends drink alcahol. I'm
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where we fit. All you new jacks, what is it?. You're kidding me, get off our dicks Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. And
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Yeah Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like I stole your socks. Yo man, what's the matter
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was looking like Ichabod Crane. I was looking for some serious fun. 'Cause a bad excuse is better than none Then it hits me, yeah, it hits me. I gotta just get through it and I'll be fine. I gotta
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entertainment presents. It's Ludacris's Greatest hits done by "Random white people". . (in a shakey voice) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. . Come on (what is it?) oh give it to me now, give it to me now,. Give it
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me. Ain't gotta remind me boy that's my * You tryna make her wild out, I just make 'em wild out. I put that pussy in the rain, you put that pussy in a drought. I make her wanna stay, you just
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me?. * you never will see, if you dead and deceased. Keep tools, lead and the piece. And I'm bustin' it off right Leave a trail of smoke like a fuckin' exhaust pipe. Tilt the coke up out the
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toy. It'll blow your head in two, oh boy. Truth hits everybody. Truth hits everyone. Truth hits everybody. Truth hits everyone. Truth hits everybody. Truth hits everyone I thought about it and my
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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Who got the gangsta, gangsta *?. We got the gangsta, gangsta *. Who got the gangsta, gangsta *?. We got the gangsta, gangsta * I understand why y'all niggaz is mad at me. Sittin
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like
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down. Dead Beats, lurking now, Dead Beats, lurking now. Dead Beats, lurking now, Dead Beats, lock it down. (This song makes no sense). Gettin' kinda "stir-crazy, " you heard this. I wonder what the
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Lately I've been stuck imagining. What I wanna do and what I really think. Time to blow, out. Be a little inappropriate. 'Cause I know that everybody's thinking it. When the light's, out
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My heart is lost. These things mean nothing to me. And my dick is soft. These things mean nothing to me. not to me I'm not sorry I released myself. This sick * kinda needs some help. Not
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. I saw your little thing now I'm swayin, ok'in * Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits. Now tell me, how nasty can you get?. All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods. It's ripped
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. I saw your little thing now I'm swayin, ok'in * Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits. Now tell me, how nasty can you get?. All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods. It's ripped
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door, players ball to score. 'Cause this right here is for all of y'all Rakim and Primo, yo I got what you need bro. You go see a show, smoke an l, mean yo. And deejays play hits with hard bass kicks
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Oh, oh-oh-oooo. Oh, oh-oh-oooo. Oh, oh-oh-oooo. Oh, oh-oh-oooo It's been so long I heard that song. It made me sweat when I sang along. And even after all this time that went pass by. It hits
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actresses. I'm bad as * I got that work. Say what? My flow. Say what? My bitches. Say what? You Cole. Say what? I said Say what?. Ain't that some *. Well paid for this rap and * Say what
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I * this flow This is my electronic press kit, hot as some fresh *. Nigga recollect bitch, grow grey hairs, don't stress it. I text message, messages to fuckin' estrogen. She lets me in, I
