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Good Times


Fresh in tuxedo And am fly like an eagle My touch down needs no Heathrow Fresh to death and the spot is packed with people I can't wait to mingle Having a good time is my motto Mommy pick your bottle It's all on me because am blowing money like a dude who just won the lotto See my boys in the back sipping Jack Others in Gin girl it's a real life movie And the grip is shooting the scene No directors saying cut, but you still see it on the screen See all these girls in fly jeans All doing their thing And we drinking all kinds of liquor Pouring different kinds of mixers Life of the party Don't wait until you're forty Let's have a good time not to forget to get naughty Shawty ,tell your friends we are having an after party Till six in the morning And am talking a lot of soaking So let's get it cracking Because time is flying....
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Chris Rhymez

I love music. I love to read, write and rap over beats. I love poetry

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