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y yo me veo tan SÚ-CULENTA

ando bien rabioso que saco espuma

dice que me ama, pero sé que miente

soy su mami, soy su papi

i gave you my heart and it still aint enough

i thought i had the right one the last time around but i think i love em all

my mind is blossoming lately

i's your fault for loving me. you put your trust in me and i didnt ask. i didnt ask

song is meant to be felt, not heard.

an apology letter. heavy with regrets, slipping into vices but still wishing for forgiveness.

for those who choose work over shortcuts, pure grind mindset

tension between hope and distrust. between someone wanting to help and the subject drifting into danger.. or slipping away. between longing and fear.

YG lays bare an experience that too many boys go through but rarely talk about — being sexually abused and carrying that silence. there's so much stigma around male survivors that it often gets dismissed, ignored, or even joked about. hearing someone like YG, who's always been unapologetically raw, open up about it adds weight. it's not easy to admit to trauma when the world tells men to “man up.” i've always loved YG, but this made me respect him on another level

play this and you'll know real quick if ur homegirl or that new person is actually over their ex

i could loop this all day 🎶

full of butterflies, bashful admissions, and heart-led bravery.

phone on dnd

not the official, just the one he cant quit. sierreño de la costa oeste requinto brillante + bajo suave. perfecto para salirnos de la fiesta

cachirula owns my brain chemistry. certified menace to my self control. loojan is my problem. the hook guy. the holy trinity of perreo. santa cachirula. mexican reggaetón supremacy

whip cracks, “tra tra,” and malilla being dangerously hot. im feral.

houston vibe, corazón tranquilo. si no suma, se va

don't know how they don't see im jus tryna chill

the best rapper of all time to me. gucci mane. i'm boutta get 1017 tattooed.