blast, you bitches. With the ratchet, the book of Mathew, a book of matches. Lightning, I'm? white linen. You about to have to admit it. They pass you the mic, asked you to spit it. You got handed
blast, you bitches. With the ratchet, the book of Mathew, a book of matches. Lightning, I'm? white linen. You about to have to admit it. They pass you the mic, asked you to spit it. You got handed