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I love you Izzy You fucking idiot Can't [?] he deceased Buggin' and tweeting my comments for weeks Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a bark off the leash Stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak Can't [?] he deceased Buggin' and tweeting my comments for weeks Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a bark off the leash Stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak Store the knowledge, and bomb all you see Bitch, no you ain't ball like me (No cap) I don't even like blue cheese You ain't even start what you did, you my seed (Facts) I don't even stuff, white tee Know she a thot, she goin on a trip on the beach I don't need dream like me You ain't еven eat like [?] Chuck up a piеce like Reese Cook up the pots, we got feasts and the meats Cut 'em on scene no beam He gon wanna call an I think he gon need it I can't even serve no fiend Niggas will fall for a dollar, anemic Letras de cancionesAll for the dollar, don't need shit Bitch you gon pop out and polish my penis These bitches sus, and they schemin- Wait, wait, wait, did this nigga just say polish my penis? Can't [?] he deceased Buggin' and tweeting my comments for weeks Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a bark off the leash Stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak Store the knowledge, and bomb all you see- Nah, but really this nigga just said polish my penis Bitch, no you ain't ball like me (No cap) I don't even like blue cheese You ain't even start what you did, you my seed (Facts) I don't even stuff, white tee Know she a thot, she goin on a trip on the beach I don't need dream like me You ain't even eat like [?] Chuck up a piece like Reese Cook up the pots, we got feasts and the meats Cut 'em on scene no beam He gon wanna call an I think he gon need it Can't [?] he deceased Buggin' and tweeting my comments for weeks Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a bark off the leash Stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak Store the knowledge, and bomb all you see Bitch, no you ain't ball like me (No cap) I don't even like blue cheese You ain't even start what you did, you my seed (Facts) I don't even stuff, white tee Know she a thot, she goin on a trip on the beach I don't need dream like me You ain't even eat like [?] Chuck up a piece like Reese Cook up the pots, we got feasts and the meats Cut 'em on scene no beam He gon wanna call an I think he gon need it From Letras Mania