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Now she's eighteen But she feels twenty-one Dancing at a strip club You could believe she's the dopest one As Miami's hottest ***** This was the life she's accustomed to Selling pounds of white She was a hustler too Broken hearted; A few slits on her wrist Trust issues; It was hard for her to commit But then she fell dangerously For a man named Roman Though he wasn't a blessing He was an omen
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
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Now she's eighteen But she feels twenty-one Dancing at a strip club You could believe she's the dopest one As Miami's hottest ***** This was the life she's accustomed to Selling pounds of white She was a hustler too Broken hearted; A few slits on her wrist Trust issues; It was hard for her to commit But then she fell dangerously For a man named Roman Though he wasn't a blessing He was an omen
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
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