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Re: A lowrider story
It was the local shitbag everyone knew, he went by the streetname CUSTOM IMPALA. He was your typical EMO type kid, you know the tight girl pants, wallet chain, and bad black dye job on top of his head. "Oh shit dawg you got yourself a pimpin ass cane right there." Custom spoke. "If you let me hold that I can get you atleast $150 bones for it." "I'm about to go hit Walmart up, I'm crossin out everyone on the wall, why don't you come tag with me?''
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