You believe those words when I type them.
Damn whatever Fabolous said ...talm'bout "Patron, you my nigga!"
Nah, we are not pals, Patron.
You aren't nothin' but the Devil.
I woke up Saturday morning, fully dressed.
Nah, I'm not talkin' about I took my shoes off and at least my jacket ...
I woke up with every article of clothing on AND my purse still strapped across me.
Everything that was on the bed when I left the house, was on the bed upon my awakening.
Terrible.
I was lit.
Lit up like the streets of NY.
Lit like a candle.
WASTED! [/Gucci]
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