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Lemonade


I call you lemonade, you can be sour and sweet at the same time.  You are my cool rican lady.  My friends ask me: "yo D? why Lay Lay called Lemonade?"  you know they're from the streets so therefore they can't speak.  I say "cause she comes to my aid when everything is gray." hey what more can I say.

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