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shouldnt made that turn, now yo ass gon learn the first time you bbq, that u might get burned look lil bitch ain't it funny how the tables done turned, its me wit the bag, of everything that u earned, how the bus feel, seen u walking bye and it was uphill, fuck it, we bout to go to war like winston churnchill, you two the only ones who know how having enough feel, you four, about to get domed is how my gut feel, i was told trust it, way before they shot the muakets, 7 walk em down, take is soul then hop back in bucket, witnesses screaming out, im stll like fuck it , its done, the day had to be won, muthafuckas, drake said thank me later, but i kinda c cwould like mine now, hell yeah right now, every time i score it's a touchdown, the pedal was pressed way down, using all my strength till i hear that fuel injectors pipe sound,