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SOS is the International Morse code distress signal (▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄); the overscore indicates that the normal gaps between the letters should be omitted. It is used as a start-of-message mark for transmissions requesting help when loss of life or catastrophic loss of property is imminent. Other prefixes are assigned for mechanical breakdowns, requests for medical assistance, and a relayed distress signal originally sent by another station. This distress signal was first adopted by the German government radio regulations effective 1 April 1905, and became the worldwide standard under the second International Radiotelegraphic Convention, which was signed on 3 November 1906, and became effective on 1 July 1908. SOS remained the maritime radio distres… more »

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Yo
Aye bruh
Aye bruh
Bruh I already know bruh chill bruh chilll
You wanna talk about it bruh?
Mannnnnnnn
I don't ever wanna talk about treesha
Never want a hoe
Never gassed it
Back when a nigga never had shit
Want to hear them bitches say
OMG
Under the sun, not a casket
Could've chose the wrong route
I passed the exit
Bars for lunch got flows for breakfast
Don't wanna talk please understand that
Imma low E note that's a low key
Pretty white bitches wanna play me
Pitty the fool
Pittsburg still hurt
Trickling drip n I never lost it
Dick n dreams
Where it get u?
Damn that's sad needa tissue?
Turbulent times
Better rewind
Fore I let creeps in, let the streets come get you
You hoes are all the same
Hoes are all the same yea
Y'all blowing out my brain no
You hoes are all the same
Hoes are all the same
But y'all good at giving brain so
Sick of
Bitches
Thinking
That they
Up
When they really wanna
F*ck on a rich nigga
Claim 6 figure
Take a trip
Take a dip
Skinnydip
Let it rip
Man this that shii
Make a nigga wanna flip
On a beam I'm balancing
You better get back on the street
Big balcony
Where my seat resides
Where you lose ya pride?
Think you Formaldehyde huh?
Lies covered in fake designer
Y'all late recline the seatback rewind her
I hate
The city girl this
And city girl that
Watch me go tit for tat
Wait
Yo who Tf calling me?
Always calling when I'm recording
Hello
Hey wyd?
Bruh get off my phone w that yo
Wym I-
No bruh no bruh delete my number bruh you thought it was sweet?
Nigga I don't want you anyway I bet yo boy will answer the phone
Bye treesha
I
I
I
I Never wanna talk about treesha
Never want a hoe
Never gassed it
Back when a nigga never had shit
Want to hear them bitches say
OMG
Under the sun, not a casket
Could've chose the wrong route
I passed the exit
Bars for lunch got flows for breakfast
Don't wanna talk please understand that
Imma low E note that's a low key
Pretty white bitches wanna play me
Pitty the fool
Pittsburg steel her
Trickling drip n I never lost it
Dick n dreams
Ain't get you nutin'
Damn that's sad needa tissue or something
Sad case
Give me space
Oh no wait
I'll let the streets come get you

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