Lyric prank "House of gold - Twenty One Pilots"

Hallu 👋
So here's a lyric prank "House of Gold" by Twenty One Pilots. I pranked my friend from another planet cause she pissed me off lol. Hope u enjoy it 😶.

Hope u know what busuk means

Actually, he is a boy who was prentend as a girl. 

And he got bored. F*ck u 😂


That's all, and he thought i was angry. Wtf -_-
What kind of angry was that? 

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