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Hear this hear that, ppl trip but never fall flat, now here lying on my back, where she really at, why she act like I can't chill and act, besides the horns, the bulls arm is automatic, inseminated with percents of ammunition, within the top three flicks, The device shall be away, blast-blast-blast, away with the growling, I'm pouting, putting in a double shot, Quickly now, my insides smiling, Quickly to speak about it, A queen seems to be thinking around me, l Now know, wtf, that was said about me, out my dry ass pocket, before something happens, Another topic whipped, A topped tip, You know, you thought, I was gonna play the part, Not the time to shine Piped down, now time to pipe up, are you up For this itty bitty millimeter commity. Pouting again, don't be shouting at me again, while the hair is crawling to be on top of her skin.
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