She can rap
words flow in and out of that lady
her chants drive me crazy
so i let her push the bucket
kiss and suck it
hush i tell her love someting
she can rap
using her mouth is nothing
but priceless to me
im her she's me
she can rap
sucker free
freestyles and beatbox
we'll get high as tree tops
cool as the slopes
if she can rap
i must be the G.O.A.T.
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