"Go see my real life rep lame" Where you from homie?
You're getting extra hot, fukk boy...we will never meet and you're reading this in real life on your real life vacation at 10:51 on Saturday. Oh, and my pops still fukks hoes. Be angry your dad is a simp ass clown that raised another man's son. You're a b*stard and your pops is a bytch.
Lol im a b*stard and my pops is a bytch. Who mad
I'm from Atlanta nikka. fukk you mean where I'm from, pull up. I'll slap you like the bytch ass hating nikka you are lame lol. We can meet. It's nothing. I know a hoe when I am speaking to one.
Like I said, you can go see. I ain't hiding, faking, or flexing. Why you so worried about how I spend my Saturday night on vacation. What that got to do with your daddy.
Look your emotions are clouding your logic. Your post are not making much sense beyond the cursed you keep throwing. Pull up or shut up. Stop all this texting me back in forth about some stupid ass Internet board reputation. Lol. Seriously. Your beneath me nikka.
This nikka sold his street soul with this commercial.
....One of his greatest songs
THAT killed his career.