no idea
She sees,she likes
I give she licks ,it's hard
The joy intense,the cream is out
The brain relax,It then gets soft
U feel great now but it's just for a sec
Inhaler Don finish catarrh Don di come
With your fake kind life ,all u know na boucan
You say u be thug ? I di see me na frog
Thug comot ghetto but u comot slumps
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