My Main Shit NBE
Ronnie Carr31 Plays
•24 Nov 2021
man fuck all that bullshit ill empty a full clip at ya head loose ya breath homie i wont be scared in court repairing a morge out the blue residue and barley born i will never fold to cold to hold up a phone by the line we step on im never crossing mine im legond kill it sweeter than dead ron kingkong moved theater to tall and his head gone i stash mine in the med bong still two seater roll up and we look like we head gone bedding support im im heavy ofcourse abs from 4000 deadly aborts to an excirsise mountain leave ya head in some porage snow low more gates blow froze bill gates mailbox on side to the right still waits every day for another pictured package pick a packet picture racking bigger packing live with mad spin sad grin to unwind the trash bin of some times and has beens punch grind to back spin in reverse against the rails of two jerks god and devil truce curt two skirt in blue work in tippy trude work interconnected by my windows preszure applyed to centigrade decimer desenigrate just enter but enter late as destructive demonic heaven gates seperate passion to fuel your meditate medi crate from seconds in trade blessings in waves or deadly in days a felony a faze to fasination to the terminating pressure of brains crash or hella baby to stash down the pain erase that hell that waiting or sharpen up the strange stone from the age i was bone from the cage now im weak at this game but so strong in my ways that i get with my mind inclined to design in conputition drained to climb the wall of lining up to style whind up a whooping for a whiney dusty child miled naked cake ass theif on dial pass checks for sumarizung samsung so i rock a time of some surprising features class seat preacher cpu thumb drive to leaker can all grab their beaker to bust a rhyme with features
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man fuck all that bullshit ill empty a full clip at ya head loose ya breath homie i wont be scared in court repairing a morge out the blue residue and barley born i will never fold to cold to hold up a phone by the line we step on im never crossing mine im legond kill it sweeter than dead ron kingkong moved theater to tall and his head gone i stash mine in the med bong still two seater roll up and we look like we head gone bedding support im im heavy ofcourse abs from 4000 deadly aborts to an excirsise mountain leave ya head in some porage snow low more gates blow froze bill gates mailbox on side to the right still waits every day for another pictured package pick a packet picture racking bigger packing live with mad spin sad grin to unwind the trash bin of some times and has beens punch grind to back spin in reverse against the rails of two jerks god and devil truce curt two skirt in blue work in tippy trude work interconnected by my windows preszure applyed to centigrade decimer desenigrate just enter but enter late as destructive demonic heaven gates seperate passion to fuel your meditate medi crate from seconds in trade blessings in waves or deadly in days a felony a faze to fasination to the terminating pressure of brains crash or hella baby to stash down the pain erase that hell that waiting or sharpen up the strange stone from the age i was bone from the cage now im weak at this game but so strong in my ways that i get with my mind inclined to design in conputition drained to climb the wall of lining up to style whind up a whooping for a whiney dusty child miled naked cake ass theif on dial pass checks for sumarizung samsung so i rock a time of some surprising features class seat preacher cpu thumb drive to leaker can all grab their beaker to bust a rhyme with features
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