Sexy Lexy
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This is based off of Stylay song Sexy Lexy hope I open eyes of some and say the life of just one Have a blessed day ~~~~~~~~~~~ I remember this story moms told a lot. It was about a little broken heart girl who grew up with. 1991 Sexy Lexy was born her mother never really wanted her she would have sold her for crack if she could. What bout her pops haha she never knew him hit and run type. The cops busted thru the trapdoor to find nothing there but her and her mother who had overdosed. One of the cops ran over to her and picked her up off the floor and look her in the face and said.."I wish I had a beauty like you in my life".. Weeks later. Lexy and her new father living in a big new house. Just them too to live there happily ever after.. I hope
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