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Dec 2018
Keep it a hundred, Prefer you trust me than love me.
Let me touch the curves and your hips’
your whole demeanor, cos you snazzy,
You my soul my body,
You my blues my Rhythms,
You my own kind of music,
But I don’t want you get old for my babies.
You don’t know what you mean to me
My dreamboat looking classic not a ***** looking ***’ Can't get wit' a deadbolt trash hanging out with different guys’ having fun, oh he got a ride
A scrub is a girl that can't get no love from me But you ain’t that Esther.
And that's for sure, 'cause I never been the type to break up a happy home,
There's something 'bout my baby girl I just can't leave alone.
She said tell me babe, what's it gonna be?
I said You don't know what you mean to me, all I think about is you alone. Now I know’
Why I love you to the down south’
I need you to the west coast’
My swinging babe leaving me to Mid south town.  
I saw a lot, and I never say a word,
I know how ****** actin' trippin' out here and there for you to talk.
And there's no way, i gon' fight over this.
I cried heart breaks,  for no one pitied and wait. But it is well’ ..
My life and heart
LearnfromBOBD
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LearnfromBOBD  31/M/NG
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