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Conceited


My standards, are too high for you My shoe game, is through the roof How i speak, is so close to perfect I guess It's just, a side effect I've got the walk, like a model Body shaped, like a coke bottle I call myself, a goddest Because I'm always, modest I'm like no other No need to bother I'm the one and only, cutie Yes of course, a true beauty
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