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is in the pudd'n, so come get a taste I know that you love it from the on your face Up and like a slinky, let's get kinky The cream in the of a Twinkie I likes my men cot diesel
And if you're then nigga, just forget it You rub my back, or kiss my neck either With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head lover, in between the sheets As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the
Brothers love the like Lucy loves Ricky Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves But I have getting on my neck in the summer wearing a turtle neck is a bummer I heats up the 'til your blood pressure rises
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