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CROWNS


What is up  with these men beating their women, can we please have a chance to raise our children? Not like you care anyway you'll just turn around and raise your hands today. Keep your fist to yourself we don't need a man beating us to death. I watch the news and listen to the radio and I pray for men and their egos. I don't know what's going down, but keep your hands off our crowns.  DON'T YOU LOVE YOURSELF? Well I'll be damn if you beat me to death. I LOVE the way I walk and talk so keep  your fist out my mouth. My lips and hips are not for you to damage they are here to please and to squeeze. IF you can't take that then step your black ass back. We are a team and I don't see Mike beating the hell out of Pippens.

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