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Lil' Wayne - Intro. Yeah, uh huh. David Banner on the beat bitch. Hahaha. Young Money, Streets. . Lil' Wayne - Verse 1. I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe. Bitches get to stepping like
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tiStreets Is Watchin'. arYoung Money. alWe Are Young Money. 00-7. 52Young Money - Streets Is Watchin'. (Lil' Wayne). Yeah, uh huh. David Banner on the beat bitch. Hahaha. Young Money, Streets. (Lil
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?. No stoppin. We tired of these bloody streets. All they breed is tragedy. This poverty so sad to see. So sad. Long as them sirens ring. I pray to see the day ya smile Lil' Wayne's Verse. Get up
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Mannie fresh Talking (Lil' Wayne). Look'a here. (Umm-hmm. ). This how we gon' do this. Hook up the turntables,. Wolfe, get on the keyboard. And we gon' run it, ya heard. . Mannie, baby
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like to touch ya lovely lady lumps. Shawty wanna thug. Bottles in the club. Shawty wanna hump. You know I like to touch ya lovely lady lumps. Verse 1 Lil Wayne. Okay, lil' mama had a swag like mine. She
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. She hit the main stage she make the people say yeah,. (She make the people say) yeah, (she make the people say) yeah (T-Wayne) Now I can put your ass out, oh. Keep running your mouth. And if yo
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. She hit the main stage she make the people say yeah,. (She make the people say) yeah, (she make the people say) yeah (T-Wayne) Now I can put your ass out, oh. Keep running your mouth. And if yo
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. She hit the main stage she make the people say yeah,. (She make the people say) yeah, (she make the people say) yeah (T-Wayne) Now I can put your ass out, oh. Keep running your mouth. And if yo
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charge it to the game. And baby you can keep the change, but. Chorus Lil Wayne. I gotta hold on, hold on to my receipt. To redeem your love, that's exactly what I need. (It's kinda hard sayin this * to
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Yea, real rap, real rap fo ya. Lighters up, lets get 'em. Chorus - Nikki (Lil Wayne). Thooouugh, though I'm missin you (straight to the head man). I'll find a way to get through. I know livin without
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Marley, Gotta Blunt. Ball. Verse 3 Lil Wayne. Ain't no n-gga like a Young Money N-gga. Pop that p-ssy like a gun, pull the trigga. Shake that ass like a salt shaker. I keep a L lit up like an elevator
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get right or where I see you, you get left at. Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk. Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk. Gudda! I'm strapped up, nigga * a gun law. See me
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, nigga. Lil' Wayne representin'. I cut like blades, I bust heads, and break legs. I tear up dreads, take our breads, now go figure. What? From tha 17th, I back down from no nigga. Had me four deep in
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Bài hát Nfl - Lil Wayne, Gudda Gudda, Hoodybaby. Lеt’ѕ tаkе іt bасk tо thе ѕquаd dауѕ. Ѕіttіn’ оn thе соrnеr оf Веnѕоn. Ѕmоkе kісkіn’ іn wіth mу hеnсhmеn. Тrуnа’ рlау gаmеѕ аnd wе bеnсhеd ’еm
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