and you'll wipe away Letra

Wipe away those tears - Acid House Kings

Wipe Those Prints and Run - Beulah

Wipe It Up - Blake Babies

Wipe Off My Sweat - Blondie

Don't Wipe The Tears That You Cry - Buck Owens

Reddi Wip - Chris Brown

Baby you gotta be tripping, put that booty away

Gone, I be sipping, got a bottle on the way

I stay on my pimping, diamonds jumping out the vase

Tell 'em get out the way, nigga you can catch a fade

I'm tryna see, mami, remind me yeah

She wake the tsunami, can't lie to me yeah

She ride like Ducati, she got me yeah

Rev it all night and I don't really careAnd I don't really care if they know, I be sipping on the low

Cause you got the kinda body make a papi want some more

Alright, dim the lights, let me hit you with that spice

I ain't playing with you, want you to knowGirl you got that reddi wip

Reddi wip, reddi wip, aw yeah

I just wanna take it there, in you baby

Reddi wip, aw yeah

Reddi wip, I'm ready, I'm ready oh

I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, reddi wip

I'm ready, I'm ready oh

I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, reddi wipYeah, girl what you doing tonight?

I'm under this Sprite, that means that I'm on you

Yeah yeah, gripping your ass on the side

Look in my eyes, you know what you gon' do

Say what you say, make all 'em faces, make all 'em faces

Do it your way, do it your way yeah, aw

All of these hours keep passing by

No I don't really careAnd I don't really care if they know, I be sipping on the low

Cause you got the kinda body make a papi want some more

Alright, dim the lights, let me hit you with that spice

I ain't playing with you, want you to knowGirl you got that reddi wip

Reddi wip, reddi wip, aw yeah

I just wanna take it there, in you baby

Reddi wip, aw yeah

Reddi wip, I'm ready, I'm ready oh

I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, reddi wip

I'm ready, I'm ready oh

I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, reddi wipYeah, girl I'm gon' leave your ass early

Put whipped cream on your thighs, making cinnamon off you

Yeah, girl you too sweet, I ain't lying

And I thought my life was just fine until I found you

Cake on my face, I want a taste, girl let me taste

I won't say shit, you know I won't say shit

All of these hours keep passing by

No I don't really care if you know, I ain't playing girl I wanna lick you up and down

Ah yeah, hit the lights, let me hit you with that spice, I ain't playing, girl I want you to knowGirl you got that reddi wip

Reddi wip, reddi wip, aw yeah

I just wanna take it there, in you baby

Reddi wip, aw yeah

Reddi wip, I'm ready, I'm ready oh

I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, reddi wip

I'm ready, I'm ready oh

I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, reddi wip

Wet Wipes - Cam'ron

Killa, Killa, Killa, DipSet Bitch, DipSet Bitch, DipSet Bitch

D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn[Verse 1]

Them niggaz pumpin dimes, trunk pumpin mine

I really make cake, you could call me Duncan Hines

Had a drunken mind, club wobbled out

Next stop, start trouble inside the waffle house

Mmm, click the nine, yup skip the line

Looked at home boy yo, your bitch is mine

Had a little knife, tried to flick his shine

Had a big gat, click clack, hit recline

Don't ever complain, over no dumb dame

See you big money, I'll turn 'em to chump change

Let my muscles show, cause I'm like Russell Crowe

Beautiful mind, took his bitch, hustle hoe

That was her boo, yes sir true

But I collect the chicken, call me Purdue

His ex wife, a new sex life

But ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it, go get ya wet wipes[Hook]

Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes

Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes

I see your head lights, they lookin dead nice

They got me sayin

D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn[Verse 2]

They all comical, Killa Killa phenomenal

Honored the honesty mommy illage villa I promise you

I come once a year, I'm like the carnival

They all talk about me, call him Donahue

It's the don in you, nope it's the Kris in me

The '06 Ricky D, less glitter b

Yes Sicily ricery, don't mean shit to me

Get with me physically, mentally, literally

My henchmen, they lynch men

They apply the appliances the wrench-men

That's sense ten, I've been attendin

Plaintiff, defendant, sentence, independence

But it was said right, I was dead nice

And I'm dead wrong, but you'll die dead right

This red ice, chicken wings red rice

But baby girl, go get ya wet wipes[Hook][Verse 3]

Y'all niggaz know the deal, pop the golden seal

Candy apple rain drops, Soul For Real

No singer b, sling Heavy D

Ready rock, killa cop, steady b

Stay steady please, say I bet he squeeze

I ain't on it tonight, I need head for sheez

I don't care if your Japanese, Lebanese

Chinese, Siamese, just be from the seven seas

I was wrapin a L, I got trapped in a smell

Perfume, bag, hat, all matchin Chenelle

Ohh you a baler boo, how tall are you

5'6" 150, I need all of you

She had a candy chocha, como te llamo Josa

Lets meet her family, let me hit, Sammy Sosa

I know you first class, I'm a jet flight

No take off, first get ya wet wipes[Hook - 2X]

Wipe The Tears From Your Eyes - Caught In The Act

Wipe My Ass - Clawfinger

Wipe You Off Life´s Page - Depression Grind

New Wave Wipe-Out - Gods of Blitz

Baby Wipes - Gucci Mane

[Intro:]

You know? Back in '03-'04 we were shittin on niggas

Fast forward to 2012

And we still shittin on niggas

Shittin on all you hoes tonight, my bitch, she need some baby wipes

Shittin on all you hoes tonight, my bitch, she need some baby wipes

Some baby wipes

Shittin on all you producers, man said he need some baby wipes

It's Gucci

I need some baby wipes

Damn[Verse 1:]

Versace bags and classy shoes and belts, that's what my lady like

Shittin on all these hoes out front, extra hop that Mercedes right

My bitch ball hard but you broke hoes ain't got nowhere to stay tonight

I'm windin the Lambo on ultra-sick, oh bitch that's 85

I'm cooking dope, I'm selling kush I feel like it's the 80's life

I told that yellow baldy chick to get here right to say it twice

I got them stupid benz I told the dealer man don't say no price

She married a freak they throwin rice I pay that man to throw the fight[Hook:]

Versace bags and classy belts and shoes, that's what my lady like

Shittin on all you hoes tonight, I think she need some baby wipes

Stupid money, shorty ball so hard, I just might pay tonight

We breaking baby bottles in the club but we ain't' babies right

My girlfriend ball so hard, swear to God she need some baby wipes

They coming here to play no games with ya'll I came to ball tonight

Them brick squad niggas done for flexin hard I got on all my ice

I tip bad bitches in my section ya'll they need some baby wipes[Verse 2:]

You the lean type, tryina find em

I'm in the phantom ghost, you and your baby momma hind it

Put them hands on the nigga behind a full time grinder, need a bad bitch

But it ass like a grip, overseas flights, yea pay for trips

Out in Vegas and I just roll trips, that's double every time I flip

Red bottles with the burkin bag

Fake titties with the fake old ass

Watch a squad nigga ball throw cash,

4-50 ain't Gucci just passed

Real niggas with this bad bitches like

Ace of Spade got me leanin to the right

Me and Gucci throw money all night

Met her in the club, fucked her in the same night

She be ballin don't do BBG Versace show her ass

In the club she got her own section body just to break

She'll be throwin on her cats, got that D girl swag

MCM upon her bag, fire nigga no jetlag[Hook:]

Versace bags and classy belts and shoes, that's what my lady like

Shittin on all you hoes tonight, I think she need some baby wipes

Stupid money, shorty ball so hard, I just might pay tonight

We breaking baby bottles in the club but we ain't' babies right

My girlfriend ball so hard, swear to God she need some baby wipes

They coming here to play no games with ya'll I came to ball tonight

Them brick squad niggas done for flexin hard I got on all my ice

I tip bad bitches in my section ya'll they need some baby wipes

wipe your tears - Halsey

Wipe It Off - Ionnalee

Volcanus 2000 (We Wipe The World) - Jello Biafra

Revelation 7:13-17 (God Shall Wipe All Your Tears Away) - Juanita Bynum

Op de wip - Kinderen Voor Kinderen

Wipe It Away - Kris Allen

Volcanus 2000 (We Wipe The World) 1 - Lard

Wipe It Away 1 - Lefty