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Hurricane Chris Other

I Ain't Got No Shoes On Im Holdin' Up A Big Stack of Dem Hundreds In A Rubba Band Girl Don't Ask Me For No Cash Cause Im Not Dat Other Man Everybody

if you see with with anotha chick Then it's just what it is You ain't my main dame I just beat you out the frame Baby I'm hurricane You gotta stay in

With Hurricane Chris on Girl Humpin witch Is makin the bed Jump Hard} [Hurricane Chris:] Hollin: I'm so hard Oooh! [Girl:] Uuum [Hurricane Chris:] Shit! [Girl:] Get It [Hurricane Chris

m Begining To Hate These Rap Niggas Real Fast Putting My Name Up On A Track I'mma Come Where You At And Blast Just The Other Day I Almost Had To Do A

nigga please, you probably just with some freaks. Now see this just be what I'm talkin bout, I need me a gutta chick, who gon keep it gutta with, Hurricane Chris or just Hurricane

Aah, Colli Park Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones, Smurf You did the fool with this one, baby I got Hurricane Chris (Say girl, say girl) And right now (

a picta Bitch Im me Flow smoke like swisher Catching lines and hooks, I am like a fisher Fire like a flicka, tie em like a twista Boy I clap like Hurricane Chrisa

me nigga please, you probaly just with some freaks. Now see this just be what I'm talkin bout, I need me a gutta chick, who gon keep it gutta with, Hurricane Chris-agist. Hurricane

: (feat. Hurricane Chris) I Been From Shorty To Shorty From The Nice Girls To Naughty Ones Coming Up Short Straning My Throat Trying Tell Them Just