Rhyme pays

Yo, Get In

Yo, get in.
Roll up the window and twist that Marley.
Hambre? Let’s go get some grindz.
Look at her right there..
What’s up mami?
Shiet, don’t you know?
They call me papi ’round here.
We going to grub, wanna roll?
Aiiite then, get in.

Welcome to my ride y’all.
We startin’ this shit together: creased up, lined up, and loc’d up.
I look forward to whatever comes our way…

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