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Originally Posted by Split Eight
maaan fuck these meter coins. rattle when the bass slaps.
cattle with a Grace ass. student nurse, snackin Percs
working 2s for the vapor drags. gravel is the state of paths.
fuck a pavement. fuck a payment. run away with
whoever gone hop in, no questions asked
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These peasants trash
I'm that old nightmare you hoped wasn't coming back
I'm running rap with a chrome forty five load the mag
Dump the hollow point flow and swag on these fags
I got class when I jump in the whip and get heavy with the gas
Ready up that ass cuz I'm shifting into it fast and I never crash