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Somebody has to be focus out this bitch, cuz niggas will serve you shit on a platter like its gourmet. Shout Out to my boy Jay 🌪️ Detroit (313). Got a breeder for you. Halla L-Street. I know this dude, he hit me on a situation, You see , he been plugged but made new alliances, for new product and new money/ all on consignment/ 100 percent profit return was on poppi,'s word/ plus he had close family ties on the inside, so fuck what could go wrong on such a bless ride so He dove straight in/ Poppi had his wife pull up around quarter to ten/ You see that when shit started off good but wrong/ She had everything he promised but bitch, what hood you from, or you a dealer or user/ shorty looked like she pop needles/ I mean dirty needles/ baby scrapped in the car seat / drooling/ Old dirty ass Mazda, with the interior ruined/ this situation needs serious improvement/ fuck cuz it's your bitch but my money/so i Got the shit quick/ like so long honey Be on your merry/ Now this when shit hit the fans/ wit twist of scary/ No longer than two hours/ she pulled back up/ panicking,/ looking whiter then/ window shop mannequin/ said she fell asleep and her son caught the room on fire/ liar more like nod out/ Fuck the games/ what's the buzz/ She's know ducking local enforcement/ plus the fed/ and pointed at two dudes in a black jeep/ Bitch you're not that sweet/ Bringing the feds to my front door/ Oh! your that creep/ plus you wanna tax me/ This shit about to get nasty/ But i kept my composure/ Noting to myself/ I'll be the one to put one in her head before this shit is over/ Yeah, she ask me to secure shelter for a couple of days/ so i got her a telly/ out of my pocket i had to pay/ but fuck it/ it's his bitch so it's his money/ deductible expenses/ I ain't tripping nether am i slipping/ the hotel belongs to a friend of a friend/ So I'm Gucci/ on traps/ Thank my lucky stars/ because shorty checked in left but never came back/ plus the fact the rooms under my name/ wit enough left in it to put me away for life/ This bitch is triffe/ to dirty to be a plugs wife So i secured the room/ and kept it moving/ This situation past fucked up beyond improvement/ So you figure out my next move mouth/ I'll be damn if i bitch up/ or run pussy for no nigga/ cracker/ or esse/ fuck nigga/ war bouts like jessie/ as sure as my pops name James/ I'll spit them flames/ till you remember my name LStreet, LStreet

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2 years ago

Bars: Dope 🔥 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥

2 years ago

Here are my scores: Bars: 9/10 Delivery: 9/10 Impression: 9/10 Bars: Dope 🔥 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥

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