I remember when he got called a dick rider in the discuss section
Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention
Organized crime, i kill your boss
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
I bring the heat like the
The science and the art, africa
You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high
Even if i had to mediate or spy,
That's my specialization/ i spy a perennial liberation/
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose
And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!
Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick
Dont ever fuck wit the gang, i got a shoota , an a rider and a p.i.c
All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga
So call the coroner or the mortician for the the
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