Can I talk my shit again? If it's cool with you, that is. I feel like a marked man. Honestly, I don't care. People, mainly two, see fit to inquire about my life. So, dear you - I'm sorry to inform you, but you're not a priority in my life. I'm only blogging about you because you're on my mind. I'm certain that you'll never read this. Aw, it's a shame because I'd really like for you to worry your little(rather huge) heads off wondering if I'm talking about you.
Did I take your chick? Are you mad at me? I thought all was fair in love and war. The two of you are extremely funny. I hear this and I hear that. I keep my ears close to the asphalt. Fighting isn't a good look on anyone, especially when referred to me. I hope you were kidding. Everyone should be kidding when they say they want to throw hands with me. I'm serious. It's not because I'm the golden glove champ or anything, but I'm damned near close to it. Besides, I have a team of niggas who don't fight fair.
I love my Loyalty family. Why? Because those niggas don't give a fuck. One phone call, no questions, they're there. I remember one night we rode around the city with a mossberg with the pistol grip, and two handguns looking for my cousin's dude. Why? Because those niggas don't give a fuck. I'm a very calm person, but them? They don't give a fuck. This is what they live for. Give them a reason to enjoy their lives a little more. Not on any net-thug shit, either. A trip is relatively nothing to them. This type of talk excites them. So please try to remember young man, no questions asked. They don't have to know you. It's better if they don't know you. Why? Because those niggas just don't give a fuck.
It's nothing worse than a man checking up on something after he knows the answers to what he's looking for. Actually, what's worse than that is checking up on something and acting like you don't know the answer when you clearly do. The next time you third degree someone - think again. It's not a good look on you, either. It's quite petty. You've been questioning and snooping for months now. Are you not satisfied with your answers? Don't go looking for something if you don't want the actual answers. Sorry to live up to the hype, bro. It's so mean of me.
Did I take your chick? Are you mad at me? I thought all was fair in love and war. The two of you are extremely funny. I hear this and I hear that. I keep my ears close to the asphalt. Fighting isn't a good look on anyone, especially when referred to me. I hope you were kidding. Everyone should be kidding when they say they want to throw hands with me. I'm serious. It's not because I'm the golden glove champ or anything, but I'm damned near close to it. Besides, I have a team of niggas who don't fight fair.
I love my Loyalty family. Why? Because those niggas don't give a fuck. One phone call, no questions, they're there. I remember one night we rode around the city with a mossberg with the pistol grip, and two handguns looking for my cousin's dude. Why? Because those niggas don't give a fuck. I'm a very calm person, but them? They don't give a fuck. This is what they live for. Give them a reason to enjoy their lives a little more. Not on any net-thug shit, either. A trip is relatively nothing to them. This type of talk excites them. So please try to remember young man, no questions asked. They don't have to know you. It's better if they don't know you. Why? Because those niggas just don't give a fuck.
It's nothing worse than a man checking up on something after he knows the answers to what he's looking for. Actually, what's worse than that is checking up on something and acting like you don't know the answer when you clearly do. The next time you third degree someone - think again. It's not a good look on you, either. It's quite petty. You've been questioning and snooping for months now. Are you not satisfied with your answers? Don't go looking for something if you don't want the actual answers. Sorry to live up to the hype, bro. It's so mean of me.
My chick, you seen her and you want her? Cool.
I ain't trippin', if she was yours I'd want her too.
She brings the summer through, whenever the winter's cold.
If she's a page in my life, she's the center fold.
I ain't trippin', if she was yours I'd want her too.
She brings the summer through, whenever the winter's cold.
If she's a page in my life, she's the center fold.
Don't be mad, I'm just talking my shit again. Nothing serious.
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damn, yo
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