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She built big and pretty Got those wild ***** locs Driving coils in her spring She make what she got good and plenty of it because she know she comes from an old divinity and in her roots Come raging like a God with ashy skin But she clean and got nature on her side and the cocoa butter smells real nice She is the salt the earth, the storms and as sacred as the wind Remember this always...always
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
Cocoa Butter and Curses
She built big and pretty Got those wild ***** locs Driving coils in her spring She make what she got good and plenty of it because she know she comes from an old divinity and in her roots Come raging like a God with ashy skin But she clean and got nature on her side and the cocoa butter smells real nice She is the salt the earth, the storms and as sacred as the wind Remember this always...always
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
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