500 for the belt 3000 for the chain nd all the bitches melt everytime they hear my name

500 for the belt 3000 for the chain nd all the bitches melt everytime they hear my name

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500 for the belt 3000 for the chain nd all the bitches melt everytime they hear my name I get… Big checks big businnes check out what im sippin on These chicks aint shit just big breasts filled wit silicon This x got me feelling gone, jesus man this pill is strong. Let me pop another one, keep poppin till the pain go, Eatin em like skittles, I can almost the taste the rainbow, (Toungue twisted talk in riddles, u cant tell what im sayin yo,,) U still wit the same hoe? I switch em like I change clothes, Sip nut crackers, wassup crackers, Fuck hackers, on my ninja shit I chuck daggers, Nd luck matters, blood splatters, Hold Call me cocaine flow, nd I lost my brain so, These bitches call me scarecrow, someone help me find my mind, I get high from time to time, fuck It I get high everyday Cuz these motherfukers test my patience, Always in the sky I got friends in high places, Georgi whiskey nd rum, form an orgy get frisky have fun 44s 2 do rolls, wit low pros, these hoes get so lo, they limbo dance like its go go,
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Unformatted text preview: bounce on the dick like a pogo, its never no mo do, nd if they just dnt know, the name is ro ro, insane im loco, snap like a photo, im back to show thos hoes, just what u came for, mr cocaine flow, why u twistin the jane for, dnt it make yo brain slow, yea but I t kills the pain so, let me fiddle wit the middle of your widdle puss, school u wit my tongue now my dick is on ur syllabus, kill em wit the syllables, true religion jeans lookin clean wit my team now shorty say she feelin us, all these pigeons feind for our penises, smoke that cannibus, I get hella buzzed,u cud tell I bust, lick it just like that lick it just like that, swallow it nd gag than flip it to the back, get gone on em dissapear like a ghost, niggas cant see me waving the nine out the window of the yellow lamborghini, like bitches thick or skinny, girls of all sorts, like em tall or short, ball in all courts, tell the bimbo to limboim single rdy to mingle make the pussy tingle, stack money like pringles...
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This note was uploaded on 09/27/2011 for the course ACCT 101 taught by Professor Prof.staff during the Spring '11 term at Manhattan College.

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500 for the belt 3000 for the chain nd all the bitches melt everytime they hear my name

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