Answer:
Nope, and I’m not interested really
Reblog & I’ll check out your blog.
dash is hella dead and i need to follow more people.
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I really want to taste these lips.
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Order is ugly, let’s go together and make something that will really last forever? Change.
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Goto Blog Settings, and mark the box :)
Strawberries and Nutella
Call me Laszlo; passed though, I got back doe,
Conquer you and cut your head off, crown me Castro,
I will use and abuse you, I’m an asshole,
Niggas joggin in this game when it comes to mad flows,
I am only jottin and I’m smashin’em,
I got school to worry ‘bout,
Jobless niggas askin’em, “What happened bruh,
He use to be this sweet kid, worried ‘bout his pencil,
Now he’s just this mean kid, takin’ homies’ women”.
Facebooked niggas steady tryna serve me dinner,
Turkey’s tryna serve me beef, but only veggies when I get up,
Girls I really like are too distant for me to feel’em,
So I’m climbin over the rest of’em tryna cap the distance,
Bliss little inscents, mama got’em lit up,
Sick from my mind’ll make my baby cousin spit up,
But I fail to give a fuck; it’s too late for me to give one,
You’ve slept on me long enough, we there, nigga, sit up.
Arrived in the arena, and you’re caged in with Spitta,
How does it feel when the fire reaches you and you listen?
Tryna comprehend it? Don’t fo you catch a feelin’,
It’s not directed at you, but take it however you get it.
My weights and chains custom fitted, can’t pass’em on to my ninjas
And it’s not just that I can’t, it’s that I won’t cause I won’t give up!
Originality scares niggas, aware niggas
I really think them white kids are the only ones tryna listen,
Really when I rap, I’m tryna gain support of hipsters,
But because I can’t sing I can’t reach their baby sisters!
And if I can’t reach, what the fuck I got these limbs fa?
And if I can’t teach then I don’t see my point in livin
There’s so many counterfeit niggas puttin it all on their children
And they rappin like they talkin but they ain’t talkin bout shit bruh
Siftin through the trash tryna keep suits clean,
Steady askin me what I mean,
Ion answer, words to the Team
Keep them niggas that hit the flow out the gates
Life is a game of cards, gotta cheat with an ace of spades
Or a dirty Joker, keep the face Poker,
She cute on facebook, that’s not enough for me to poke her
I declare now that I’m different, I’m original,
Go ahead and call me weird, umpa lumpa to Willa Wonk
Jus cause we ain’t hit it off,
Yo feelin’s tossed
You a salad nigga, I am Rick Ross.
Comin in again, I’m closin off.
To me I’m runnin things. You are playin golf.
Your lyrics make no sense; your flow is kinda soft,
And it’s like,
I just started rappin…
You niggas let it happen.
Don’t let me touch your track, I’m too sick and ill and I’m savage
And I’m a thief, I’ll take your shine, call me a bandit..
It’s Soah, and it’s Laszlo.
Reblog if you want an anon to say their honest opinion of you.
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One of my favorite songs off the upcoming mixtape, expect more soon.
drake: “i quit, i quit.”
LMFAOOOOOOOO DRAKEEEEEEEE!!!!! LMAOO!!!
Forever reblogging. Lmaooo
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JESUS
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