LYRIC FOR SALE

By souloe

I dun turned like a pit on its owner your broad think she the shit I bet they joan her
ah my dick to her lips I microphone her feeling like young thug shit imma stoner /x2
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in the city my 750 that's my roamer hit the highway skrrt and no notta a loaner
new Porsche pop the cork ive been drinking smell of the skunk bud like one ran over
(this that 10 mm no mack or nina lotve women they fit in my arena /x2 )
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hold my gun up first it go like the leader off you 12 's give a fxxx about mind readers
business yeah I plot ive been thinking look at her with all them curves miss argentina
(ass phat oh yeah hers it blow them jeans up lotve grass turn to hash how is it greener /x2 )
ride out in the beamer fresh shit like Stanley steamers beat the pussy up them thangs I do to that beaver
fxxxing with the divas( its a match in the bed now when you see her but in the kitchen the batch blew up hirushima /x2)
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