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Feb 2020
ITS MONDAY MORNING AND ITS WORK AGAIN

IT HURTS MY PEN

WHEN I HAVE TO GO WORK AGAIN

SPEAKING OF WORK

WORK IS DOPAMINE TO THE BRAIN

IT STILL REMAIN

CELEBRATE THE SKELETON IN THE CLOSET

RUSHING TO THE WICKED PART OF THE BRAIN

TEll DRACULA I GOT A VAIN IN MY NECK

LOOKING SPECTACULAR

TAKE YOUR MOTHER CREDIT CARD WRECK IT AND SELL IT BACK TO HER

IN THESE DAYS

AM LOOKING THREE WAYS

BUT I WILL NEVER GET SMACK AGAIN

WHEN I KEEP JACKING HER
Written by
JAMORE SMALLS  M
(M)   
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