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Brigades
MKThePlug
Yo
Let
me
tell
you
'bout
the
life
I
live
In
my
Range
with
a
gorgeous
babe,
Waist
petite
but
her
thighs
are
thick
Rolls
with
me
when
I
cut
through
Traffic,
and
I
get
head
behind
these
tints
Still
pull
up
and
rise
my
ting
Do
him
like
Junior,
slap
man's
head
like
My
Wife
and
Kids
Let
me
tell
you
'bout
the
life
I
live
In
my
Range
with
a
gorgeous
babe,
Waist
petite
but
her
thighs
are
thick
Rolls
with
me
when
I
cut
through
Traffic,
and
I
get
head
behind
these
tints
Still
pull
up
and
rise
my
ting
Do
him
like
Junior,
slap
man's
head
like
My
Wife
and
Kids
I
was
locked
down
in
a
Rugby
jail,
sending
Tugzy
mail
Came
a
long
way
from
dusty
cells,
brand
new
corn,
no
rusty
bells
They
get-got
by
the
gang
and
see
us
go
clear,
that
must
be
hell
If
two
opposites
attract
Then
it
must
be
deader
than
Hus,
Gotta
trust
I
don't
fuck
with
no
ugly
girls
She
said
that
she
love
me,
well,
come
hold
this
mash
and
prove
it
But
keep
it
safe
cah
I
spent
five
on
it
like
Luniz
I
can
put
this
on
my
life,
If
I
ain't
got
no
smoke,
I'm
with
the
knife
like
a
fork
and
spoon
is
The
man
broke,
what
a
shambles,
applied
too
much
pressure
to
handle
Opps
get-got
for
fashion,
or
run
away
like
Naomi
Campbell
Fry
man's
head
like
egg,
stress,
leave
his
brains
all
scrambled
Run
man
down
in
my
Jordan
3's,
got
good
support
for
my
ankles
Let
me
tell
you
'bout
the
life
I
live
In
my
Range
with
a
gorgeous
babe,
Waist
petite
but
her
thighs
are
thick
Rolls
with
me
when
I
cut
through
Traffic,
and
I
get
head
behind
these
tints
Still
pull
up
and
rise
my
ting
Do
him
like
Junior,
slap
man's
head
like
My
Wife
and
Kids
Let
me
tell
you
'bout
the
life
I
live
In
my
Range
with
a
gorgeous
babe,
Waist
petite
but
her
thighs
are
thick
Rolls
with
me
when
I
cut
through
Traffic,
and
I
get
head
behind
these
tints
Still
pull
up
and
rise
my
ting
Do
him
like
Junior,
slap
man's
head
like
My
Wife
and
Kids
Don't
lack,
that's
a
bad
decision
If
I
catch
man
slipping,
slap
man's
head
like
his
plaits
was
itching
All
the
times
that
I
had
no
driver,
Done
it
on
a
bike
like
Bradley
Wiggins
Only
facts
I'm
spitting
Just
know
she
got
it
in
her
bag
if
you
see
RV
and
a
bad
B
with
him
Gorgeous
one,
amazing
bumper,
gotta
save
that
number
She
wanna
go
home
with
my
hoodie,
no
A
Boogie,
take
my
jumper
I
need
to
retire
by
thirty
five,
or
maybe
younger
Come
to
my
hood
when
you
don't
belong
Here
then
you
can
get
shaved
in
summer
The
life
I
live
is
a
ments
one,
brand
new
spinner's
a
hench
one
If
I
go
backwards,
slap
it
in
reverse,
that's
you
redrum
I
was
in
jail
for
a
year
last
year
and
I
had
phone
for
ten
months
My
bread
long
like
baguettes,
I
don't
know
nuttin'
'bout
bread
crumbs
Let
me
tell
you
'bout
the
life
I
live
In
my
Range
with
a
gorgeous
babe,
Waist
petite
but
her
thighs
are
thick
Rolls
with
me
when
I
cut
through
Traffic,
and
I
get
head
behind
these
tints
Still
pull
up
and
rise
my
ting
Do
him
like
Junior,
slap
man's
head
like
My
Wife
and
Kids
Let
me
tell
you
'bout
the
life
I
live
In
my
Range
with
a
gorgeous
babe,
Waist
petite
but
her
thighs
are
thick
Rolls
with
me
when
I
cut
through
Traffic,
and
I
get
head
behind
these
tints
Still
pull
up
and
rise
my
ting
Do
him
like
Junior,
slap
man's
head
like
My
Wife
and
Kids
Brigades
MKThePlug
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