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May 2019
My **** branches off like a limb on a tree
People askin',
"What you got under them jeans?"
I say, "It's all me."
Separate heater on the rear
It warms me
-**** baby, you looking thic-
I'm like, "please, leave me alone"
But in my thinkin', I'm winking
If you cut it off
Might make a whole separate clone
And **** she'd just as tight
Just as right
Just as free
ilo
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