Jordy
Jordy was my shawdy, she pull up like James Harden. Jordy be my step sis, aint no body mess wit. We had a baby kid, named him Tim, got all these rythems, like i work at 5 guys, when she pull up i look through her eyes, and all i see is kawhaii with that stupid laugh, she don't take no baths,but she runs the length of the track and sweat 3 gallons. She fantasizes about jimmy fallon she boutta cheat on me i see it and she ain't even gonna' regret it
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