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Aug 2021
they think theyre calling a bluff and
they dont understand this tough im clutching
all against me hood up itll deflect or something
somersaulting yall a breeze a beach like summer salt and
sultin come impeach its just me who you assaulting
ill dissolve or solve the situation im a solvent
culprit or whachamacallit or all of it
never have my feet up observe ottomin
with Him i defeat a lot of men
im so bad expect to see contraband
even got a plan for your plan but gotta land
i see so much the worlds not a lot of land
Written by
jacob charles
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   Bogdan Dragos
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