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Oct 2012
I'm just telling you man to man,
I don't know what was in your plan,
But I know she told me,
That you ain't nothing on me,
So listen here my homie,
You might as well leave.
No she doesn't want you,
Nothing you can do is brand new,
From a cliff your love it's over,
She's just glad she ain't conceive.
Glad she ain't conceive,
Glad she ain't conceive,
How or when she has a baby,
She's just glad it ain't your seed.
Aiden Williams
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Aiden Williams  Bristol
(Bristol)   
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