Monday, November 7, 2005

Lie together, cry together...i swear to god i hope we fuckin die together

Moonlight strolls with the hoes, oh no, that's not my steeloI wanna bitch that like to play celo, and crapsPackin gats, in a Coach bag steamin dime bagsA real bitch is all I want, all I ever had With a glock just as strong as meTotin guns just as long as me, the bitch belongs with meAny plans with another bitch, my bitch'll spoil itOne day, she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet Throwin my

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