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2] You your pants at your ankles At the urinal at a I'm on the getting brain From a tall dame, I'm 5'8" like 6'2" Feed her coke, jaw a pitbull. I was born to rep You f-cking a hornet's nest Old in the corner like ? Young boys that be handling the Chris Paul dish off, hammer in the Gold flakes in the Schlager The ammo XJ12, you know the old Jaguar Got the burch wood lacing the bagels getting flavored out in Syria Only the Fonz, best laced Cheese that reach maturity, dick sucks from Doherty Take your anally and orally Make a batch of home drizzle with oil
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