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Fordítási probléma jelentése
Just peeped your Steam page—why even bother? You’re not about ♥♥♥♥. No poles, no bread, no baddies, no skins, not even a StatTrak™ to flex. You’re out here running stock knife vibes like it’s 2013. Nobody’s scared of your eco-round energy, bro.
I saw your CS:GO stats, and I gotta ask: is it a personal choice to miss every AWP shot, or is your DPI set to vibes only? Like, fr, you’re one more whiff away from getting recruited to the enemy team mid-match. Your entry frag game? Nonexistent. Bomb plant? Still waiting. Top frag? Never heard of her.
Respectfully,
The Better Player
Just walked out the Lanvin store, pair of shoes, twelve-fifty (♥♥♥♥♥)
You wanna boss up your life? All you gotta do is get in with me (come here, bae)
I don't even pay to get in the club, they know I'm a walkin' ticket
I'm presidential leavin' the club, we ain't stoppin' at no lights (nyoom)
You wanna be a boss, you gotta pay the price (facts)
Left wrist on frost, look like a bag of ice (bling)
I'm drivin' the Bentley Bentayga like I don't love my life (skrrt)