lunch room

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rj

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them c shoelaces

the money

what you in it for?

can't have my main mans hungry

what you in it for?

man

you old niggas done

where the dinner fork?

told that bitch we ain't done

i'ma give her more

and if them blues runnin' short

nigga

let me know

my lil' nigga don't do shit but hit that road

he just put a thousand pills in one of his hoes

i just made twenty bands off one of his loads

ice in my black stitch

bitches runnin' my nose

count the strips

then the bitch get to suckin' my soul

bitch keep tryna kiss my cup

i don't want your cold

talkin' wild

get the oj's

nigga

it's on

i keep ten on me daily

i told niggas i wasn't playin'

just spent ten on my baby

got ghetto champagne" playin'