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Me and my boy, Francis go way back except now he's no longer known as Francis, but as Frank da Money Machine. I never knew it until he told me, but we used to live across from each other. in the same **** neighborhood Da *** Squad came up from; I said, **** for reals? He threw his third Budlight into the trash can, asked our friend, Julio for another and nodded his head up and down like a bobble toy. Sho nuff, he was right.
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May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
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Me and my boy, Francis go way back except now he's no longer known as Francis, but as Frank da Money Machine. I never knew it until he told me, but we used to live across from each other. in the same **** neighborhood Da *** Squad came up from; I said, **** for reals? He threw his third Budlight into the trash can, asked our friend, Julio for another and nodded his head up and down like a bobble toy. Sho nuff, he was right.
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May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
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