IF U WERE KILLED TOMORROW, I WOULDNT GO 2 UR FUNERAL CUZ ID B N JAIL 4 KILLIN DA MOTHA ♥♥♥♥♥ THAT KILLED U!

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WE TRUE HOMIES
WE RIDE TOGETHER

Mommy needs her milkies because they’re the only thing that makes her feel whole after giving so much of herself. It's that gentle, comforting embrace she craves, something warm and familiar that fills the void left by the weight she carries every day. Those milkies are more than just nourishment—they’re a quiet surrender to the softness she’s been missing, a way to feel cared for, even if just for a moment. It’s her secret comfort, the one thing that soothes the ache of always being strong for everyone else.