Jt: didn't get a gift for her
I"m the designated driver
Once as a slave who imagined being free
Now i m gonna tell u a real story....
Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake
Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate
F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,
Let em marinate, you forever late
I´m so high, my shoes so fly
Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high
Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message
I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.
Given her the tlc i'll never creep then
21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4
At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters
Penncounting pennys over tha years
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