Sunday, August 31, 2014

I Can't Find Shit

My words were not lyrics. You're making his dick hard. He just sent me a kiss through the air wave, since you're sending the shit, blow me another with a shot for my angry nigga. He was trying to say he cared about you too. Pig nose no home do it like the sheets. The threat is cardboard chickens give me the nuggets, you're loco on your Manifest Destiny, it's Brandy's shit. It's true. You jump. Mack on me and that's my pulled pork. You been stealing shit, I'ma take you out. What you about? You in the past, what you looking for? Stand up and get your arms from down below.

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