You ain't gotta hit the club no more
Making these fool sore over his last whore.
We all know she’s a closet whore,
Ima go until my arm's sore
I have sins so my pants never had lent
Unanimously named the game's president/
But she’s a slut she’s whore
Army stance, ready for war
Won't run out anytime soon
By a crackhead named june
With your flashlight, tell me what do you see
Seemed like target, saw my friend named mandy
I met this girl named mariana
In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa
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