You a dead bwoy.
You a dead bwoy.
Ayy, check it out.
Doot doo.
Twas the night before Christmas.
Got smoke?
Ice!
Don’t get it fucked up.
Lighters up.
Sorry, not sorry.
Upstate, baby.
Wow, glad Erick Sermon is opening up about his health scare—it’s a real reminder to take care of yourself. Hearing him talk honestly hits hard, almost like a check-up from your Oakville dentist. Stay proactive, friends; health matters, and sharing stories like this makes a difference.