Fucken TIGHt*

BAD JAM!

hey aj we might be brown pero look pinche joto well kill u till u turn purple like my kush pinche gringo who the fuck asked u wat happened to the nigga sp mex so shut the fuck up fuckin waste of space u white people aint shit we mexicans takin over everything

Whatever filthy rich or o.g same shit still goes hard,

purro sur 13 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorrry!My name is stacy, and i was raped before i died. I use to enjoy pain and now i inflict it upon people. I was tortured and raped untill i could no longer breathe. Those bastards now suffer and die, and those who do not repost this to 5 videos will die too. At the strike of 12AM, those who did not repost this will die a horrible death after seeing a bloody face covered with long black hair. Those who repost this will receieve a kiss from their crush

i lyke dis song cause of mii fwend cause shes de one who got mii listen to it

this used 2 b my kuz jr. s0ng it b making m3 cry kuz he b dead ni b missing him in memory of our fallen angel jesus martinez jr. rip jr. 4get all of hiz haterz!!!!!!!

all yall haterz can slob my fuckin nob cause only tru niggaz, og's, and trailer trash (that b me) lol know wasup andif any grlz feel me or thiz msic feel free to hit me up at 913-956-1141 and dont 4get to add me lol

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It's the same ol' shit in the same ass place
my studio smells like ten ash trays
my nigga still gettin' too fucked up
And I'm still smokin' too much blunts
Haters always gon' run they mouth
And keep tryin' to take me out
Mama always gonna worry herself
And me I can't forget the pain I felt
Even though I drive a new 6 double 0
They be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for?"
I bought a club and they filled up with envy
Now every body pissed cuz they can't get in free
New enemies still poppin' up
Throw away gats still chop 'em up
I walk in and the whole club stands still
More money more problems that's real

This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."

This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."

My little baby-girl just turned 6
I gave her the biggest room in my crib
she gets what she wants so does her mama
I don't think they know the value of a dollar
fine-ass bitches all in my limosine
I just wish I was jumpin' on my trampoline
But my babies I miss my children
To me that's worth more than trillions and trillions
She calls me "Fat-boy" says I'm "loco"
And she doesn't understand when I gotta go
Hope she doesn't think I don't wanna be wit her
Hope she knows that it hurts not to be wit her
Hope she knows that wit her I'm the happiest
I can't make it to her piano practices
When I was young my ol' man left us
And I pray dat she won't be like I was

This is what an ol' G told me
filthy