Jan 23, 2012
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”I’m at your door, your eyes are like ‘Why are you here?’
Judging by my steel I got something to do here,
Give up the money or the angel cries two tears,
Front of your crib sounding like Chinese New Year
Pusha (via nohalfwaycrooks)
Brrrat, brrat
Brrrat, brrrat
Brrrat, brrrat
K-k-ka-kat
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