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(Murs) On 3rd and La Can't I was into her She offered me a Damn I I smoked Indica I'll remember her From the of Beverly, she was heavenly Still on my mind from a back She had a that shook the clouds off the sun A set of lips made me fumble my tongue Hair up in a bun, up a cap She was a down low beauty, see I 'em like that She kept it on the low, but enough to see She made me feel special, she did it all for me Not much up top, I would say a B Her pants hugged her frame, made me to know her name But I've never the type to step up and spit game In a mall full of women that were begging for eyes, fake tits, fake hair extensions She walked through my Then she cut through the
(Slug) My name is I live on the 7th I live from you I'm the one you try to If you hear music at night Some kind of Some kind of Just call the cops on me Girl up stairs and talk to me She got the pierceing Half sleeve work cashed in, reaction knee-jerk Drama control functional The barbie skirt Professional She go chama, chama, Chameleon hair Machete pesonality, carry a cutter Talk a lot of like an egyptian Loves to sleep no favorite position 5'6, nice lips Make her hips Tough soul, she fuck slow but fight Eyeball daggers, walk with a I know you got but it don't really matter what I gather We should Let's place bets to see who's gonna first come speak to me See life is a song can you keep the beat It
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