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Something you should know about Hands In The Air Lyrics Title: Eightball - Hands In The Air lyrics Artist: Eightball Lyrics Visitors: 109 visitors have hited Hands In The Air Lyrics since May 27, 2008. Comin from the top of my, dome when I'm droppin my own type of style and, ain't nobody stoppin my rise to the very top, hit 'em up with all I got Superstar, no I'm not, green weed, black glock E'rybody want a piece, dirty like a pair of cleats Niggaz run they mouth a lot, like bitches and parakeets (Whoa!) How you want it pimpin? (Whoa!) I'm so cold wid it (Whoa!) Make other boys wanna do it just because I did it I'm like a legend or, some kind of prophecy Sent here to set you free, rest play or follow me into another world, deep inside yo' own soul This shit here way bigger than tattoos and cornrows Fans who visit this lyrics also like: Maybe you are looking for: Eightball - Hands In The Air Lyrics for mp3 Eightball - Hands In The Air Lyric Eightball - Hands In The Air Letras Eightball - Hands In The Air Songtexte Eightball - Hands In The Air Lyrique Eightball - Hands In The Air Testo Eightball - Hands In The Air Referencias Tips to look for free audio clips (Don't use those tips to download illegally. To buy music is always the best way to support your idols) |
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