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Building Destruction

Building Destruction

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Building Destruction Next thing you know, boom, got her number, and that was it. Maybe that’s cause there was no more alcohol left. I took a walk to mobil. And, like, this guy is standing at the window, and he’s taking mad long. And I’m, like, “hurry the up. I’m trying to get my beer.” He’s like, “oh, shut up.” Did you hit him? Yeah. This hand is killing me. Yeah? Yeah. I knocked him out. Hi. Hey. How’s it going? Good. Cool, uh, I was just in the neighborhood. Shopping. Where do you live? Gravesend. And you were shopping around here? Yeah. Mmm. How do I know you again? The beach. That’s right. You look different. Yeah. So, do you go to murrow with Chiara? Yeah. That’s a nerdy school, right? Like, it is and it isn’t. Mmhmm. What school do you go to? Kingsborough. High school or college? College. Um, I should get back to work. Yeah. Uh, do you have matches? You know that’s bad for you, right? Yeah. Lila, you’re late again. Class started minutes ago. Hurry up and get in there. I am the motherer rookie of the year mykki blanco, young Castro chill we on that chill tip, real high we feelin’ real loose, real fly we on that chill tip, real high we feelin’ real loose, real fly welcome to hell bitches, this is mykki blanco new world order motherer, follow pronto get in line, nigga your soul is mine, nigga your scaredy cat pussy motherers can’t deliver maybe she born with it maybe it was maybelline all white blanco give your heathen ass a christening nigga’s so greasy in the daylight, he glistening “this fag can rap” yeah, they saying that they listening pissing in the wind at the : A.M. spot blazed off the indica a bottle of ciroc a mouth full of pop chug it in the pay phone loco, motherers y’all can go home I’m the new rufio y’all ain’t know I pimp slap you bitch niggas with my limp wrist, bro what the I gotta prove to a room full of dudes who ain’t listening to my words ‘cuz they staring at my shoes we, we, we make love tonight in the back of the club, yeah, we feeling all right lights, lights low this shit feel crazy lowkey loose niggas know we getting wavvy we getting wavvy

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