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Aug 2016
Thinking bout this girl,
I could swear that she was sent for me.
we chilling and we vibing,
we sharingΒ Β immutable energy.
never thought that she'd befriend me
she my likkle empress, never dress to impress
ain't worried bout no (s)undress
remove the s.

Ten toes down but our head in the clouds.
we smoking on that sticky icky louder than drake crowds, whoo!
Freaky off that liquor,
begging me to **** and lick her
shawty looks so genuine,
inevitable that I pick her.
and she smokes that ******...
never had to teach her.
she don't even eat meat,
so we never got no beef bruh.

smoked so much J's
had to take a smoke break.
been in a **** daze for 3 days
unspoken emotions left in all the **** haze.
im thinking that we, coincide...
like stars in the night, sky.
They say **** kills or...
I guess it makes your brain fry.
we say **** chills...
and make the good vibes multiply,
like two times.
always been the type to wine and dine
so I only hold up peace signs
to make her legs divide
so i can taste what's divine
and beat up on that feline from the behind.

her exes they were lame,
had to blast like team rocket.
she know I'm the plug and she know she the socket.
you roll my girl a blunt
and I bet she won't sock it.
you say your **** greener?
boy you better, stop it.
boy you know you, jocking.
boy you better, stop this
boy I ain't got time to play,
boy you better, clock this.
no more dreads but scarier than the lockness.
black chicks call me hotness.
white chicks call me chocolate.
melting on their top lip.
after I get that top bih.
they ask me who the topic
started spitting lava so they know who the hottest
Deontra' Demeritte
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Deontra' Demeritte  The Bahamas
(The Bahamas)   
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