| Do you or anyone you know have make-up work that is dying to be completed? Well, you're in luck, my mom sells Mary-Kay. So, if you ever need any type of make-up work, you can talk to her. As for my friends, fuck them, I thought they were what they only pretended to be, but, hence, it was all an act. How mature of all of them. Grow up boys, maybe you'll get somewhere in life. But, I doubt it, judging by the way you treat YOUR "friends". Just turn your back on them and betray them. You're all pretty good at it.
And I'm sure, if any of you even look at these useless words, you will have some smart comment about what I just said about all of you. But maybe you should grow the fuck up and say it to my face. The only reason I'm talking shit about you on here, is because I chose to not talk to you in person. Why should I be the one to come up to you and tell you that we're cool when you fucked everything up in the first place? You all fucked up. Fuck all of you and who you pretend to be. |
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| Maybe Love Will Find Us Again
For There Is Always Tomorrow |
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| Ah sh*t, y'all done f*cked up and let me in this b*tch
I'm just your average hood ni**a with dreams of gettin' rich
My **** big like a football field
You might f*ck around and think I signed a football deal
I take 15 minutes to drop a **** yeah
I take half a minute to load my ***
I make 'em gloss all across the globe
I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes
A franchise like a Houston Rocket
Every eight months is when I usually drop it
I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock
You know my heat stay cocked, ni**aaaaa
Game Over nucker. |
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Mr. Bourshe himself. Fuck Winston Lyle. This guy can play anything.
If only I could be as happy as him. Someone please love me as much as the world love Winston Lyle.
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