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Fuck Yeah
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Join Date: Feb 2001
Location: Hoosier
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Apr 7th, 2006, 09:47 AM
This is what I heard...
Sean Paul was singing about this shit:
When you make a papa you can beat them all.
Me get a god blessa rubba down chessa
Pulla me down keepin' you warm
Oh lord I got a short stack
Midget time flava' y'all.
Don't flame me now
I got the right championship to wait the storm.
Miami leavin' this.
Yo yo gimmie this ipod.
We don't get polite yo, fly like a kite yo.
What you waiting for
Spatula in the backyard poor.
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