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Lil Wayne Nina

if you aint talkin bout this dont worry bout me, worry bout my bitch dont worry bout me, worry bout my bitch [chorus] I got a bitch named nina, and nina

if you aint talkin bout this dont worry bout me, worry bout my bitch dont worry bout me, worry bout my bitch [chorus] I got a bitch named nina, and nina

if you aint talkin bout this dont worry bout me, worry bout my bitch dont worry bout me, worry bout my bitch [chorus] I got a bitch named nina, and nina

m back on my grizz and y'all's a bunch a squares like a muthaf-cking grid sh-t f-ck with me and get hit I finger f-ck the nina make the b-tch have kids

I was once told by my nigga Meech, You feed a sucka, he just grow to be a bigger leach So nigga every time you hear mine Get your hand to your hairline general [Chorus - Lil Wayne

Lil wayne Uhh, straight off the back I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle

(LiL Wayne) shooting till my motherfuckin hand fall off your trackstars the gun shot ran yall off i pop like a soda watch the can fall off i can kill

Now mami if you wit your man and he got cuffs on your hand When he slipping turn his head Imma tell ya whats the plan Holla at a playa (x4) Lil Wayne

she with Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F., Weezy F. Baby Hahaha, Weezy F. Baby, hahaha, yeah, Whatcha gon', whatcha gon', whatcha gon' do? When Nina Ross