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(feat. Rupee) Rihanna, Rupee uh Warning, warning, The hurricane's coming So all you haters out there, yes you better start running Lock your doors, protect your homes The hurricanes coming through the microphone Blowing up right through your zone Coming straight toward your throne (coming straight for your throne) Hurricane it's the hurricane (hurricane it's the hurricane) Blowing holes right through your brain Hurricane it's the hurricane Hurricane (Kill it Rihanna, yo) Straight out the Carribean sea You know you gotta feel me Im a 1,2,3,4,5 category, and im so deadly Come from the land of Barbados And you know that im more dangerous Im coming for the come gonna huff and a puff and blow your house down You've got to dig this one Tell them all to run When its said and done, Letras de cancionesI'll be the champion, moving strong and fast, the industry's forecast Just put me first and the rest of them last (and the rest of them last) And the rest of them last (come on girl, uh) Hurricane it's the hurricane (hurricane hurricane) Blowing holes right through your brain (straight through your brain) Hurricane it's the hurricane Hurricane So you better be warned Don't be fooled by the eye of the storm Cuz when you least expect Imma creep right in you best protect your nest So whoever you are (are) no matter near or far (far) just check your radar, and look out for Rihanna You've got to dig this one Tell them all to run When its said and done, I'll be the champion Warning, warning! (this is a warning) Warning, warning! (Rupee, Rihanna) (coming straight out of Barbados) From Letras Mania