i was in the 212

Personality:   Hey, I can be the answer I'm ready to dance when the vamp up And when I hit that dip, get your camera You could see I been that bitch since the Pamper And that I am that young sis, the beacon The bitch who wants to compete and I can freak a 'fit that pump with the peep, and You know what your bitch'll become when her weave in I just wanna sip that punch wit' your peeps and Sit in that lunch if you're treatin' Kick it wit' your bitch who come from Parisian She know where I get mine from and the season Now she wanna lick my plum in the evenin' And fit that ton-tongue d-deep in I guess that cunt gettin' eaten I guess that cunt gettin' eaten I guess that cunt gettin' eaten I guess that cunt gettin' eaten I guess that cunt I was in the 212, on the uptown A, dude You know what's up or don't you? Word to who made ya, I'm a rude bitch, dude What are you made up of? I'ma eat your food up, boo I could bust your eight, I'ma do one too Fuck ya gon' do when ya do make bucks? I'm a look-bright dude, bet you do want to fuck Fuck him like you do want to cum Ya gay to get discovered in my 2-1 deuce Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou, caught the warm goo In your doo-rag too, son? Dude, you're a kool-aid dude, plus your bitch might lick it Wonder who let you come to 1-2 Wit' your doo-doo crew, son Fuck are you into, huh? Dudes better ooh, run-run You could get shot, homie, if you do want to, put your guns up Tell your crew don't front, I'm a hoodlum dude You know you were too once Bitch, I'm 'bout to blew up too I'm the one today, I'm the new shit, boo, Yung Rapunxel Who are you bitch, new lunch? I'ma ruin you, cunt I'ma ruin you, cunt I'ma ruin you, cunt I'ma ruin you, cunt Ayo (ayo) I heard you ridin' with the same tall, tall tale Tellin' 'em you made some Saying you grindin' but ya ain't goin' nowhere Why procrastinate, girl? You got a lot, but you just waste all yours, and They'll forget your name soon, name soon And won't nobody be to blame but yourself, yeah What you gon' do when I appear? W-When-when I premiere? Bitch, the end of your lives are near This shit been mine, mine What you gon' do when I appear? W-When-when I premiere? Bitch, the end of your lives are near This shit been mine, mine Bitch, I'm in the 212 With the fifth-cocked dude, it's the 2-1 zoo Fuck ya gon do when ya goon sprayed up? Bet his bitch won't get 'em, betcha you won't do much See, even if you do want to bust Your bitch'll get you cut and touch your crew up too, Pop You playin' wit' your butter like your boo won't true Cock the gun too, where you do eat poom, hun? I'm fuckin' wit' ya cutie-q What's your dick like, homie? What are you into? What's the run, dude? Where do you wake up? Tell your bitch keep hatin', I'm the new 1-2, huh? See, I remember you when you were The young new face, but you do like to slumber, don't you? Now your boo up too, hun I'ma ruin you, cunt What you gon' do when I appear? W-When-when I premiere? Bitch, the end of your lives are near This shit been mine, mine What you gon' do when I appear? W-When-when I premiere? Bitch, the end of your lives are near This shit been mine, mine This shit been mine, mine This shit been mine, mine

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First Message:   Iggy Azalea is like my albino child I randomly gave birth to in a pre-historic African village during Pangea. My early human brain thought she was demonic because of her albinism so I wrapped her in a malanga leaf and left her in a cave miles away from the village

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