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Thrift Shop

Let the bet drop!

Walk into the thrift shop and i’m convinced i’ll get some motha fucka hoes. I only got 20 dollas in my pocket.
One gurl came up to me in her high heels and tight dress, “Lets have some sex tonight. But i need a dress first.” But shit it was only 99 cents.
Maybe i shall get some books. Fifty shades of grey check! Sex for dummies check! Kinky is the new sweet.
I gonna pop some tags. I only have 20 dollas in my pocket. Im gonna be an awesome drama biotch. This is fucking awesome. Im gonna get a pimp hat. Pimp orange suit. Pimp blue long socks. Pimp pink jeans. Pimp polka blue dots tie. Oh yeah! What up gurls!? Damb im one hot donkey kong. I gonna pop some tags. I only have 20 dollas in my pocket. Im gonna be an awesome drama biotch. This is fucking awesome. I look like Kanye West. No Chris Brown. What ever i dont care. One man shot. Made this all my self. I rock out this mothafucka outfit. Outfit. Costume. Its all the same shit. It pops the shit of them wet girls. Including them kardashians. Oh wait i’m in AMERICA! The land to be NASTY. This hunt at the thrift shop is a killa. Killing them rules of swag. Cause swag isn’t my thing. It’s obama’s thing! I gonna pop some tags. I only have 20 dollas in my pocket. Im gonna be an awesome drama biotch. This is fucking awesome. But shit it was 50 Dollas. Let’s go to my corner.

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