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You' nt wanna hang guess we aint cool..

Running ya mouth a get a couple teeth knocked loose..

Do me do you bitch I'm gucci.

She aint even proda he aint even Lou, make me do sum to ya WATCHA SAY? HOE speak up! ..

Relaxed ass whoopin ass I just kick my feet up, flugazy and ya sweeta..

You iz on the low I detect gay- dar , guess you thought I was slow.. Boxing mail aint a problem , specially when you try ta blow fiance' in the cuu cuu , that aint cool you lil hoe.. Wish a nigga WOULD mess wit my girl I'd..

Knock a nigga soul high as Heaven skies...

 

Not on our level lil peasant we aint tied get paid bi- weekly, wife' paid by double jobs we stack in up strides..

There til 9 , picking YO ASS up at one , wouldn't DO it wit ya gay ass if you wanted 3some fun. Please get your get your gay buns ( little) out my car that shit just made me barf a little had a visual, Christina don't want coochi the Dick pleases her its physical, NO! Danger zone like Mystical just shake that ass away from here you go , pick you up get 3 hell NOs! Danielson Yes relieved LETS Go!!

 

( Speeds off in Car, middle finger up..)

 

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P.S. THE FUCKING SPELLING IS ON PURPOSE HOE ..

 

( COMES BACK does donuts in your dude yard and speeds off again middle fingers up..)