Originally posted by: stormbv
I have all these wicked lyrics just bubbling inside of me, but when I go to type, all that comes out is this:
Ugh...yeah...turn it up in my headphones please.....yeah...here we go...
yo...
What comes next?
Originally posted by: AznAnarchy99
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy..
Originally posted by: franksta
Things to mention:
Women
Drugs
Cars/Large wheels
Guns
Homies
Use the appropriate vernacular for success.
Originally posted by: PurdueRy
Originally posted by: franksta
Things to mention:
Women
Drugs
Cars/Large wheels
Guns
Homies
Use the appropriate vernacular for success.
Don't forget the "mutha ****** police"