May 2013
4 posts
She want to shop with Jay, play box with Jay
She want to pillow fight in the middle of the night
She want to drive my Benz with five of her friends
She want to creep past the block spyin’ again
She want to roll with Jay, chase the skeeos away
She want to fight with lame chicks, blow my day
She want to inspect the rest, kick me to the curb
If she find a strand of hair longer than hers...
Listen
April 2013
4 posts
March 2013
4 posts
February 2013
2 posts
January 2013
6 posts
Listen
December 2012
2 posts
Listen
November 2012
1 post
October 2012
15 posts
Listen
September 2012
7 posts
August 2012
2 posts
July 2012
7 posts
