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Yeah,
doink
on
my
lip
so
my
foot
on
the
pedal
Smokin'
on
that
Za
for
my
stress
levels
Two
hoes,
one
thirty
Yeah
it's
thirty
in
the
middle
Friday
night,
fish
and
spaghetti
for
dinner
She
hard
headed,
but
baby
booty
is
tender
Yeah,
I'm
31,
I'm
the
booty
bender
Yeah,
immediate
satisfaction,
baby,
I'm
not
a
beginner
Oops
First
it
was
an
accident,
I
upended
her
I
hit
it
from
the
side,
then
I
hit
it
from
the
center
I
just
delivered
her,
I
just
finished
her
It's
like
I'm
playing
Mortal
Kombat,
yeah
I
hit
her
with
the
finisher
Pussy
pop
a
pile
of
ticket,
what's
the
deal
with
her?
Pussy
pop
and
politicin',
I'm
ready
to
finish
her
Pussy
pop
and
politicin',
I
can't
eat
a
meal
with
her
The
girlie's
got
the
goosin'
and
I'm
not
even
stoppin'
her
I
get
it
why
you
goosin',
baby,
but
I'm
not
even
poppin'
yet
I
don't
know
why
we
got
these
perky's,
baby,
I'm
not
even
poppin'
'em
Put
on
the
Balenciaglasses
when
I
feel
like
really
poppin'
out
Feel
like
really
poppin'
ya
Ayy,
and
I
really
just
poppin'
ah
Sometimes
you
gotta
show
out
and
sometimes
you
gotta
pop
out
Niggas
told
me
I
look
like
Papa
Smokin'
on
the
green
in
the
dope
light,
woah
Niggas
know
I'm
here
see
the
bitch,
she
like,
woah
She
know
how
I
do
when
I
move
on
to
East
Coast
She
know
how
I
do,
I'm
in
Cali
on
the
West
Coast
Hold
up
Sometimes
you
- smokin'
on
the
kushka,
that's
What
he
was
about
to
say
Sometimes
you
gotta
pop
out
and
be
different
Thirty
and
AD
off
onna
beat
eW
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