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Why is the caption, kiss my- You know what? Yes, I would gladly kiss your fat ass. You know what? I would gladly suck on those lips, and them titties, and see if they taste like fruit punch. I would- Yeah, I would gladly do it.
Bro yo ass desperate as hell I swear to fucking God in her fucking way yo ass about late she I was like 14 years old coming on this girl pose like what the fuck
Holy shit oh my gosh you find a family found someone who had the same exact idea I do like literally one of the just and like you're there and is all up in your face in your mouth is numb like as particles of shit like Nah bro no thanks
I don't know if someone made you mad, or this is your personality to be a turn-up artist, or you're just over here thirst-trapping ******, or you have ******** and you're selling ass. I don't know which one of those you're doing, nor do I care. I just want to let you know that the Don doesn't bow to no one, especially a woman who thinks that she's better than most, with a caption that's worst than least, only on a hoodie
Was that supposed to be a joke? Was that supposed to be a joke? Because it's not funny. It's not funny. But I would love to know what your real voice sounds like since you want to use machine voice shit. What you sound like, motherfucker? Don't worry about what I sound like and listen to my motherfucking message only on a hoodie stereo.
There is no problem, did I say what you sound like? Did I compare you? I am the Don of stereo, there is nobody like me. Don't compare me to shit. If you want to compare me to something, compare me to greatness. Compare me to the father figure that a lot of these hoes wish they had. But don't compare me to nothing else. Only on the Hoodie Stereo.
Shut up, bitch. Followers don't dictate who the fuck I am, you dusty-ass thot. You ugly-ass cum-guzzling gutter, bitch. We don't give a fuck about what you think. You talk about, oh, you're just a narcissistic bitch. Don't get mad, because I love myself, and don't nobody love you. You probably got daddy issues. Your baby daddy don't want you. You're a thirsty, nasty, stupid, retarded slut, and I never asked for your opinion on nothing. You ain't got nothing nice to say, then shut the fuck up.
Bitch, I ain't ask you about your relationship with your father and your body count the fact that you had to speak on it Already states the fact you owe then next nor do I care but since you want to speak about your body count Can you stop with this imaginary number of zero and tell us the truth because we don't believe you We don't believe you you are a thirst trap extraordinaire who shares your dairy air to get men to care But you're everywhere only on a hoodie stereo
That's what I'm saying. These these individuals, man, I don't. I try not to be that type of dude, you know, that'd be like, you know, like, you know, forget it. I love being that type of dude that correct people when they are on a tomfoolery because this stuff ain't right, man. I think about that.