tales from the dark side
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•18 Sep 2021
hotter than a southern summer, doing my numbers. -blind like stevie, but you see me, and still they wonder emaculent lyrics, street grinder period, tray styles is Furious hostile and curious?- who want it wit me.. or want it wit we...tray styles, top of the 3.. master degrees.. still ill die on my feet, before i live on my knees. and im a rob steal kill.. before im begging em please. my nigga D, had that power..everybody salute em, if a nigga did him dirty, he would probably recruit em keep ya enemies closer.. fly crib, cashmere on the sofa.. ace of spades, flute glass wit the coaster Masonic ties, but open eyes.. never seen it coming -his left and his right hand man..had got him done in got tired of him sun'n, - wanting to be the one in leaving his - wifey a widow wit a, wit a bun up in the oven - guess them niccas thought it was sweet and started yapping - saying they put blood on his mouth and started laughing his baby mama, cricled the block and started clapping. called it poetic justice's, when the cop asked her what happened.
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hotter than a southern summer, doing my numbers. -blind like stevie, but you see me, and still they wonder emaculent lyrics, street grinder period, tray styles is Furious hostile and curious?- who want it wit me.. or want it wit we...tray styles, top of the 3.. master degrees.. still ill die on my feet, before i live on my knees. and im a rob steal kill.. before im begging em please. my nigga D, had that power..everybody salute em, if a nigga did him dirty, he would probably recruit em keep ya enemies closer.. fly crib, cashmere on the sofa.. ace of spades, flute glass wit the coaster Masonic ties, but open eyes.. never seen it coming -his left and his right hand man..had got him done in got tired of him sun'n, - wanting to be the one in leaving his - wifey a widow wit a, wit a bun up in the oven - guess them niccas thought it was sweet and started yapping - saying they put blood on his mouth and started laughing his baby mama, cricled the block and started clapping. called it poetic justice's, when the cop asked her what happened.
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