VerbsNotNice
Rookie
It's like I feel you Mane, mane..nobody want to see a playa shine when he zooms in on that Kawasaki pushing skraight rice...the color of St. Elmos Fire..they ain't up on them stones so clear it's like Snow White and the Seven Dwarves...and I keep that Snow White wrapped in that Prada silk...and the ladies they love the boys smell..it's like Frappucino and a little bit of Honey almond picked fresh from a field in Georgia on a sunny day by the purest virgin in the land...