West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Sccit on November 30, 2009, 10:32:04 PM
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DARKXS:
its like the game of chess, every move counts, her name is Jess, like scalin an ounce
Bitches call me Lights, but I turn them off, call it darkxs, or Samuel Markxs, another blunt sparks
Leave your hommie's house, like a bad check I bounce, since I already got my ounce
Will I come back? the question bothers me, in deep thoughts I'm sufferin' since I'm someone else's property.
SCCIT:
I'm busting the real flows, you fluffy like pillows
So I make you soft ass faggots watch as your buddy gets killed slow
I still blow the finest dank you've ever seen
and im willin to bet youll hit it and say youve never blazed some better green
I push a BM, smoke kush that leaves grins
my weed spins heads- call the excorcist, cuz youll need him
nobody is steppin to me, im bustin spits like coca cola..
after you shake the bottle, im more thunderous than oklahoma
blunts i split for smokin doja, never flowin sober
from suckin dick ur lungs get ripped with no composure
the coldest poster to ever grace this website is dead right
i bless mics to shed light- mcs get eaten worse than wet dykes
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oh my god that was such a hella tight ass rap my dawgs,, west west
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oh my god that was such a hella tight ass rap my dawgs,, west west
good looks 8)
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oh my god that was such a hella tight ass rap my dawgs,, west west
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oh my god that was such a hella tight ass rap my dawgs,, west west
good looks 8)
BANANAS FOR ONCE KNOWS WHATS UP