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using you


hands on your hips

you just wanted a kiss

he slides them down

soon there under your gown

this isnt what you wanted

you thought that yall had bonded

but it dont take much for you to realize 

all the things he said where real lies

lies that can only he  recongnized 

through the use of real eyes

i knew my friends where right when they said never forget

that niggas aint shit.

 

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