Hit It for Free
Field Mob
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Man I use to be stressed for bread. dead broke, jackin' off thinkin about big Butts and daggets in bed. I been a crook I done took paychecks and fled. 3 Things I hate:whores, red-necks and feds. I had this one bithch told me its 100 To f*ck and $50 jus to test the head. thhuuee! didn't eat when I colud go to Churches and get a cheaper chicken wit bigger breast and legs. I ain't finna Floss checks and stunt only time I pay for cat be at chinese restaunt. ia
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Written by: DARION T. CRAWFORD, ERIC C. BOBO, GUY A. WESTMORELAND, SHAWN T. JOHNSON
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