cometdebris wrote:
Thanks for posting those. And thanks for the kind words!
your customs kill.
He tote guns, he make number runs
he gives customizers the runs drippin
When he throw V in the HP-C, He slay from far away
Everybody hit the d-e-c
His slow flows remarkable, peace to matteo
Now we smoke weed like tony montana sniffed the yay-yo
Thats crazy blunts, mad L's
his customs excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my god, he's droppin shit like a pigeon
I hope youre listenin, smackin babies at they christening
