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Jan 2020
The one scratch came up off the image the tongue spat, we come back and focus on the words that was sung strapped, these dumb cats spoke right off the image they witness, now in an instant, it's a gimmick between death and the living, and how they swimming just depends on they love for this action, so if you rapping pistol blasting, it's a chance that it happens, amongst a living soul, death beholds, off what was sung, I guess the Proverbs, he had not heard bout the power in tongue.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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