December 2009
4 posts
Guuuurl...
“See I’m gonna tell you, like you told me, cash rules everything around me…sing it dolla dolla bill ya’ll…sing it dolla dolla bill ya’ll.
See, pimpin got hardaaa cause girls got smartaaa, all the strippers suddenly wanna be a partaaa, rather be in the club shakin for a dollaaa, triples time the money you spendin like they wannaaaa.
They gotta they mind on they...
What is this VRRRRRRRRRRRRR machine?
Right.
There he goes again. The Big Guy.
…ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT…I’m out of this, “keeetchan.” Settle down. Geez. Take one little step and out comes the, “outta this keeetchan” and the pointing. Can’t tell you how much I hate the pointing.
Point this, Motherf…oh…what’s that? Ooh. Ooooooooh. OOOOOH, its getting stronger. WHAT is this aroma I must eek my way towards??
HEY!
I HEARD YOU THE...