chill flow
in these street anit nobody gone feed u gotta feed ur self an man for 4 5 on leave u siff like thorpy on the shef in the kitchen cookin like a mothr fuckin chef they hear me talkin but ackin like the deaf .im goin a ur throat u can call that a sip stichin th the paper like mother fuck script .bad biches an pussy stay wet like a ship
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