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Holla for a Dolla


Where all dem boys at Where where they at I’m sitting in my class Thinking bout that ass But all I see is the overpowering D Written across my midterm paper I worked on it for 5 hours, not bad I say. There he is, gliding through the door My teacher speaks but I only hear his eyes patter away Ooh la la!
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