BITCHES BE CRAZAY
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From kindergarten to my last couple months of eighth grade I met a lot of crazay bitches. Yes you know what i mean there are always going to be that one girl that thinks she is everything, and when you tell her wrong she turns into a crazay bitch. so what I'm saying is BITCHES BE CRAZAY!!!!!
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