Saya on the beat is not crip, stand up off the seat for me, they want me to cheat, but I won't do it, I feel the real talent, this is only my 1%,(whu), always real and loyal, why your son play Clash Royale, they like "habla habla bola bola", I throw the money on strippers, like I want a Snickers she didn't the erotic, so I called my narcotics, surround she like a Bando, shooters came out of a room, we started running away, just outside the club, we jumped into the Bentley Truck, it had bulletproof glass over it, so I put the 6, I headed for 69, 140 km and not feel them, as soon as I got home I barred inside, I had to make a joint to clear my mind when I was in another world, they broke down the door, I saw the shots but not them, in there it looked like a chimney, yeah yeah, I pulled up my pants, and as I returned the shots I ran, I climbed over gates, my friends got lost, the f- case ghost, this is the case Ghost ,