expectation

This ain't no game, nigga, I not fuck you, Bitch. You try to fuck with me, you feel The blade the bitch. Like I'm the honeycomb, smoking on the sack. Got my weapon cocked and back, then I body That. This ain't no game, nigga, I will not Fuck you, bitch. You try to fuck with me, You feel the blade of the stick, Like I'm The honeycomb, smoking on the sack. Got my weapon cocked and then I body that. Suppose you the product of the maker triple six. Don't me, bitch, you use that no wasted shit. I suppose you the product of the maker triple Six. Don't shoot at me, bitch, you use that No wasted shit. Интересно, был ли он счастлив? Зачем? Умер лёд, как во сне. Я думаю, что этого мальчика утопила моя мечта. This ain't no game, nigga, will not fuck you, Bitch. You try to fuck with me, you feel The blade of the stick, bitch. Like honeycomb, smoking on the sack. Got my weapon cocked and back, then I body That. Like I'm the honeycomb, smoking on the sack. Got my weapon cocked and back, Then I body that.