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Romance
" I got model bitches wanna lick me like some candy " .. " you say fuck what you heard bout it, now I got you nervous bout it " .. " he floats his boat in my ocean gives me that magic potion " .. " she just changed her twitter say the party gets me wetta " .. " smoking on kush in the hotbox ".. " cry me a river I'll come give you a tissue ".. "bitch ima dog, woof ".. " I'll beat yo hoes walls loose " .." I'm from da nawf, yea dat way " .. " you can't finesse a finesser ".
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