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thats true frexus

denna 12 åringen blev överkörd på mirage

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+rep very handsome guy i met on ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ lives!

The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, potholes
Bad ♥♥♥♥♥, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon' bust it
She thick as ♥♥♥♥, I'm lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em
♥♥♥♥ that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwoods smoking, it's fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jumped out the back
Bad ♥♥♥♥♥ and her ass fat
Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

+rep Oh, you ain't know I could sing? (Oh, oh, oh)
Hahaha (yeah)
Shorty a lil' baddie (she a lil' baddie)
Shorty my lil' boo thing (boo thing)
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catching mood swings
Every time I ♥♥♥♥ without a rubber
I nutted on the covers
And I kept it undercover
'Cause I don't kiss and tell (kiss and tell)
Every time I ♥♥♥♥, she call me daddy
My lil' mama nasty
I see the ♥♥♥♥♥ through the panties (whatever you want)
She taste like candy
She a queen, like Nefertiti
Uh-oh, my lil' mama sittin' pretty
And we be shoppin' through the city (oh, oh)
I gave her keys to the Bentley (whoa, whoa)
Get off your knees, you don't gotta cry to me
I'm your best friend, baby, you don't gotta lie
I'll get you everything that you want and you need from Chanel to Celine
It's on you to decide
Valentino, yeah, I put you in the best