hurricane, a hurricane So listen to me come I only love you for the pay And it'll go on past the day I'm spinning something like a hurricane, a hurricane
a hurricane a hurricane So listen to me come I only love you for a day And it'll go a faster day You're spinning something like A hurricane a hurricane
*tch ball ever night in the club like we do this sh*t uptown soldier know how i roller brought a tour overseas now she all over hurricane hit that b*
Hurricane Chris 5150 Ratchet A Bay Bay (The Ratchet Remix) [Chorus 1:] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5]
2 g0 2 china jus get tha rite kind i hit tha drink leanin 2 tha left side then i hit tha bank jus 2 get 2 check signed i hit tha drink leanin 2 left
Isabella I need that sour diesel quick nigga -Call for soopman luva on line 3- Well who the fuck is it? -Her name is Hurricane G- What up G? [Hurricane
sells like clothes at a nudist club Its the dude you love that had that line about that Krueger glove Yeah, so feel the hurricane force when I murder
I check it... They don`t expect me on this beat, the thunder on the street But I never turn the cheek, surrender or retreat You can bet that I am strong
, he go hard With that A.M.E.X. negro card Last time I was seen in a strip club Rain, I hurricane Katrina the strip club May I, say I, made a way? Stay
Bad Bitches, Yea Daddy Flippin ? ?? ? ? ? Where It From? (Tellem)New Orleans Hurricanes,Pussy Poppers Burn The Scenes... Im Gettin Drank That Lean Could That Liquor Get Anigga Ass Beat? [x2
I Got Bad Bitches, Yea Daddy Flippin ? ?? ? ? ? Where It From? (Tellem)New Orleans Hurricanes,Pussy Poppers Burn The Scenes... Im Gettin Drank That Lean Could That Liquor Get Anigga Ass Beat? [x2
Flammen, Boom Mein Herz wie aus Stein, die Welt ist mein Feind Wunden, Feuer, Flammen, Boom, zwei Krieger am Mic, wieder vereint) [Kuck der Hurricane
coppers out And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers
the coppers out And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers
