Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex
A coward dies a thousand deaths
I'm on deck i'm up next
You would bet on malcolm sex
Miami nights, it was all a dream
Wash. heights roamer on the scene
It wasn't about the sex
Sweet, okay makes sense
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
And in love with her, lets have sex
Starin at the wall, heard a scream
People don't notice they think its a scene
11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
We fight then we have make up sex
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