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Name: Keith
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 8/25/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: rappin(40%)Smokin(55.9999999%)weLL lets juz say weneva i get the chance iLL shoot sum hoopz
Expertise: rappin' smokin' basketball (n iLL bust yo azz!!)newEr neTyme nePlaze..
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
1/13/2004
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| hey KeiTh whUddup mR weLL i juS waNted tew saY whuDDup n yah juS feLt Like droPPin by weLL see yew toMorrow..aiiGht muAHz..Late..
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| i noe aint nobody gonna read diz shit n i dunt give a fuck im a pimp playa on the making so hoLLa at yo boy!! fuckin bitchez..haha..n i cant tell you i love you i dun knoe wut that means nemore..u sed leave you alone n i did but you the 1 that keeps callin me ?..i dun knoe wut chu been thinkin dun noe wut you been drinkin but you getting out of line n i already put yo azz down..stay up Phiber optik (only muthafucka that noe wsup)dick pussy fuck hoe trick shit bitch ..... | | |
| Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses, it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back
Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back
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| i am feining wordz to be leaning money that i am dreaming/ so peepz needs to stop pretending im not good wit forgivin'/ hope to hear my voices make u hungry so yah can eat it/ iLL neva be heated iLL explain im alwayz be fLy shake the dandruf off mY shoulders/ iLL be spining like a cD get you demoted install youLL be loNely/ i got the entry dun put ur words aGainst me filty animal/ i was juz bored so i had to teLL you im tha greatest and itz 2 be kontinued biatchzz.....ps ->zK<- | | |
| i tought i had Fwendz.. FUCK ALL YALL!!
Money gone fuck friends
I need a homie that know me
when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me
I got problems ain't nobody calling back
now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats
Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
all we used to do is drink brew, screw and come up new
we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
a nigga just got paid and we still was broke
It took time but finally the cash was mine
all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind
Look around and all I see is snakes and fakes
like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's
and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends
They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all...
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