Soft hands jew

Cant have 1v1 you girl knew ur hands are soft pansie

Two best propkillers to ever live

Oh... hi.... i see.....you..........are.........online.........hey...........hi........hey......hi.........hey

Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whiskey
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord, I wonder if I'll ever change my ways

I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you while I'm lying next to her

I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today

In the summer sun, when the world feels slow,
I sip my iced coffee, let the coolness flow.
With each drop of sweetness, I think of you,
Propkill, my rival, in this game so true.

Your skill is unmatched, like the brew so bold,
A blend of sharp wit and a heart made of gold.
Every match a dance, where our spirits collide,
Yet in this fierce rivalry, there’s love that can’t hide.

As the ice melts gently, we both rise and fall,
In this warm-hearted battle, I cherish it all.
For though we compete, there’s a spark in the air,
A bond between us that few can compare.

So here’s to the coffee and the thrill of the game,
To you, dear Propkill, I’ll never feel shame.
In the end, we’re more than foes on the field,
In laughter and challenge, our hearts are revealed.