mil ticket

If darkness holds the lies what the light do, shit be sweet, till you need a needle type 2,sometimes the issues be hard to fight through,walk a mile in some tight shoes, being respectful and polite too, winner circle in sight, the finish line, half a mile to the right, ain’t much left,all in her face with the Dutch breath, bbl but what chest, couple fucks like what’s next, head game call it success, kind of suspect,smooth throat she a rough neck,and I’m up next, watch ya favorite get upset,till the sunsets, I’m up early to touch checks, plastic or cash,take whatever stack or bag you dudes have, see we have to do math,the evil that it attracts, niccas have to move past,I don’t crash, carbon fiber around the dash,getting close to 300,exterior Sunkist,interior same color as a blunt is, bunch of niccas ambitious and they want shit, heart and where the lungs is,chest to handle all of that fuck shit,what chick what bitch, tender dick nicca a dump his, she likes to shake her rump,where the bucks izz,it’s more of them then US, he on some tough shit, got tough skin,linen suit fatigues ,adjustment talk like men,vagina skin,now you know where dick & my nuts been,handcuffed niggas rushed in, the agent like you can trust him, fat lady mi mi mi,like we up 10,up ya chin,poke ya chest, ain’t a fuck given, nicca u know the rest, to whatever’s next, you know the steps, loud and leaf,lowers stress, add weight,lower reps,control ya breath,the bar right where ya shoulders rest, hold a sec, it maybe more then then load suggest, lowered to rest, for them twitter fingers n wolf’n,let it go, I couldn’t think you better shouldnt