get ya life, mines taken π
I'm dripping I dripped, you can say I smoked sticks, talked about my hit or his lick, and I walked out of it. Y'all get up here and talk shit. What cause I fucked ya man. Dick stray in hand singing mr. Telephone man. I have always been a good person. I just have a small tolerance for bull shit. Tagged you it. I am following no one, but my daughter's while you are riding dick in that order. Y'all coming in packs shit makes me draw back, nothing never came fair to me not even a fight,that's why I keep a knife. I'm m not about to be in that box for nobody. Keep trying me, even y'all niggas from my hood. celebrity bitches too anit ya tired of studying me. Don't they show y'all the girl before you enter this game. Who the hell are you.Walk a mile in my shoes, it's already been written clues my grandfather came back singing the blues. I got Grace so ,I'm trying to save face. Not everything can be replaced. Watch who you have in your face.. Star wars with no cause. Truly yours.. don't make me do the bird call.
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