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2] You drop your at your ankles At the at a ballgame I'm on the stool brain From a dame, cause I'm 5'8" like 6'2" Feed her coke, jaw Like a pitbull. I was to rep You f-cking a hornet's nest Old shooters in the like ? Young that be handling the rock Paul dish off, hammer in the sock Gold flakes in the Schlager The ammo green XJ12, you know the old Got the burch wood lacing the Poppy bagels getting out in Syria Only the Fonz, laced plates Cheese that reach maturity, dick sucks Shannon Doherty Take your temperature anally and Make a batch of home drizzle royally oil
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