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May 30
Bad, built, body.
We going to have a party.
And many recognize the woman, with the bad, built, body.

Every time she talks.
Every time, she walks.
They are whispering, there goes bad, built body.

You can say her birth name.
But folks know her as bad, built body.
Trying to be the life of the party.

She bad--so bad-so bad-so bad.
With her bad, built body.

Yell it.
When you see her.
Bad, built, body.

You still the life of the party.
From the moment she speaks.
She comes across weak.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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   CJ Sutherland
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