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Apr 2
now we breakin down
poppin ops
full street butter
please walk your sister home
no brothers left, irish, im home
when you outside of my house
the music nod on your blouse
point me no rouse
older than a elder language
construed the data
north of L.A
he a planta
wort no fort
collared ant green
no we a baby
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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