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| Newb Member Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: On The Second Floor
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From the bottom step , no direction but to death Up I crept so, I Get money till my last breath Never ordinary , changing cents to dollar signs An ex felon know Selling bags and powder lines Lay him in the pine, crime from another kind , Ask and you get the time, If you hear him hit rewind Made your mind lose track, Like hair I pull that Full back quarter back, touchdown on the cat Look and listen, It?s offensive if it aint expensive She better be submissive, Or quick I get aggressive im really assertive, but I hate to write in cursive My torpedos submersive making you nervous Yeah I get it wet and make it squirt You wanna bet So you know I be the teacher I got a pet now Im set now Its long enough to reach her Triple ex feature yeah Im a naughty creature Something like a former pimp Turned into a preacher |
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| Pro Join Date: Aug 2010
Posts: 370
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Hmmmm finding it hard to feel this
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