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Aug 2017
Now I see you the way you move your hips
Come here girl and let me **** on your lips
And slow work ya til clothes
Off and then begin to strip
Huh me from the living room
To the bedrooms
I ain't Guile I got sonic booms
Break open that womb
Make ya hit the high notes
Once I stroke and stroke
Til your ***** starts to choke
Fartin' while I'm partin'
That chocha like the red sea
This ain't nothingbaby
This reality giving you your fantasy
Givin' it to raw
Still point my *******
To the law
But back to the ladies
Hey I feel your frequency
Maybe you could get next to me
I'll make truth out of a wish
So come here and give me that jelly fish
Naw mean??
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
(26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth)   
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