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Dec 2014
I rebound almost like a super ball
cocky
run up to strange girls all
justified
to get a lunch and laid
block
how I ain't got one cent
socks
***** I say **** it and next day
sleep in
when she's purring I go and set back her
clock
deep in this rhythm I tongue tie
em
rock
on,
get me some Patron
on baby's credit card
wrong or what?
I got not one cent.
wordvango
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wordvango
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