"If you 'bout to be up out this biatch; check it. Peep Delta, we be flying all ova this bitch."
"Then, you'll be back at your crib chillin' with a phat split, thinking we was some crazy ass angel, hell these fat, round, thick-ass vessels run up in the sky so deep it be cryin"
"You goin? We fly you there. You been? We den' already flew up in dare, we got you covered like a JImmy Hack"
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