I treat bitches straight up, like simon says
Grow older, closer to death.
Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her
if i had another chance to be closer,
You wife ain't shit, we g'd her
Enemies getting closer.
But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder
Self designated wicked critical closer
My world's not one you want to step into,
Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue
And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin' tornthey made me an animal, can't sleep
We step into the room with one large screen we take a seat in the back and i kick up my feat,
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