Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong
Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone
You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches
The discuss section is fuckin wrecked. someone email amir the god about this.
All i read is constant email on retail to resale the streets well
And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel
I’m speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail
Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email
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