They say I’m too sick to sit in a Bentley; I need a Ferrari-F50. Red. All over her head. Blood was all over the bed. So I did what a crook would do. Made away with the stash and Took some goods. Hush money, I knew what he was missing, bang, one shot to his respiratory system. They say we’re not good enough but look homie look how we done came up. We’re face-fucked living the life we’re dreaming of. Cut cut cut the cake up.
Dust rip
Posted: May 15, 2021 in Uncategorized0
RICH BREEZY 