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Must Be Going

       
           The tears in your eyes are needed. I know u feel really fucked up. But, u also know now why I kicked your ass. Known each other since 15 upon this lady woman only nightly grind. When we first met, I just knew funny was forever. The way we snuck and sexed we. The way we dinnered with each other and these our other ladies. How could u Denny Prosser just hate us like this out of nowhere. With us in luv with u, u can go no further. U snitched on us knowing we started out poor in this game. It was funny survive your own planet. We need pay to accomplish our dreams. We were caught with five hundred pounds of cocaine last week. Let out of jail on a bail of 234,000 dollars. Me....must be going! I can't talk much further, but, Den Den I know who can. CLOOM! CLOOM! CLOOM! CLOOM! CLOOM!.................We got damn luv'd u. CLOOM! CLOOM! CLOOM! CLOOM! Unlike this 44, u broke our heart. We had to leave u for dead. I want spit on u. Our heart's healed! Blasted like I said, I would with the other lust lucious me luvaz here. Well, babes let's be off from this scene. Because, we still the pussy of we. Oh how I once needed all of thee. And all 9 of u showed me u needed all of me. I'm your 26 year old Lesbwailazu. And, life isn't priceless without all of u. That's why I kill for my pussy Awet like I do. Crank the car up for us Bean Bwutti. U are only a shoffer, but, we all are not a snitch that pick on kids. We have to feed our babies and clothe them. Also, there minds too have to be clothe....right.....right. I need some some Dope Well(Dwelle). Y'all up for some Dope Wet Champelle.


They all say yes and head off into the mysterious ah night for a snitchless life of still possessed bliss. The shoffer who drive for them and all 10 of them fern funny fine muthafuckaz.
Sandals
Written by Sandals (Birchel Devon Robinson)
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