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* 2 the party Where's molly?

I just love it.

can't get enough of it.,

just did a line and It's only nine

5 glasses over to the finest wine.

bra,

Bra.

BRAAA!

pant's around my feet , I'm pouncin to thiss beat.

I'm fealin for that ***** I think I'm actin thirsty.

my mind is a rush I really want my crush .

This dubby's so loud My head's in some cloud

I cant take a seetin my feet are takin thinkin.

I won't be even blinkin.!

........................................And he's hear in his lincoln mmm...

more beer , More gear more Cheer! my dear ^-^

bustin outta light show ,.

tahh Now wer'e sippin nd I'm trippin..

how I'm trippin Nd i'm livinn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

(sais the white girl that want's to be a rapper)

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arrywill-keepya-smilin
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Published
May 11, 2013
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