She by the nickname peyote, Her real name is Appearance doesn't so im not gonna describe it She was a dancer down at edit portion I cant the spot they don't merit the promotion But I been there look like any strip Everybody up trying to get they dick sucked Smoke and mirrors you know magic tricks Like these people didn't here just for ass and tits But one in particular was popular with midlife ballers And collar out of towners Plus it attracted individuals that came here to play against The twins and the wolves Safe to say she the rent good years of age a spot up in Kentwood She had the car, the dog, and the sink She had a drug free didn't even drink She had a sister who stop giving her shit For out of art school to be a stripper Iris was and tired of the questions But big sis didn't the perspective She knows her little sister a slut But she herself and contributes to the gluttony Now here's Iris stealin' from the devil to buy time To make life special
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Her oldest sisters was Jocelyn slim, on a diet of bottled water and oxygen She lives on water by the Target And she dates a photographer, that's how she modeling She ain't no supermodel, this is Minneap for that you'd have to to Chicago Or LA or NY Now she does what she does here and she by And her boyfriend gets a currency photos for advertising agencies Now he's gonna from the devil Stick it to the man, revolutionary One afternoon after work he went to the club Just to loosen up that He and a couple job associates are gonna sink them Like they to be extinct Never met his girlfriends sister But she him from cell phone pictures Any circumstances she'd have hollered But in heels is a little bit awkward Eventually his friends And when he gets up, she him by the coat sleeve Too drunk to what she says But he did offer her three hundred on head, like
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you do wrong it makes me want to do right It also cancels out the guilt that the load feel light It gives some leverage to the morally impaired So make mistakes for us to hold your hair