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pimp. strut.
nigga. i'm gangsta.
pop a collar, light a dollar, blow smoke & silent thanks ta tha gods. you know the approach, 60 degree lean. film grain accentuates the aura/ cherry cigar scent on the lapel of the blazer, player's card membership'd star gazer, &
haters can get the 8 point 3 inch'd magnificent cyndrilical-
"...arrogant sumbtch ackin' brandnew..." -- eau, contraire...this is actually quite typical, see
game's what i spit at you broke down into infinitesimal particles pitched to bridge the gap between the This's and the That's...
peer closer, you can see the gat, fully loaded & tucked, kept under wraps, between the bible and some black n' milds, grounded/wild asz cat...
"...this nigga raps???"
chea...consider your molds broken, fam, im raps' significant other, younger brother to jazz, did the standards cover to cover, Invisible Man discovered...
what. is. good.
lol _
shakin your block with a 6 million dollar bop
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