Suicide temp sucking inner chicks to my flips and to my chooses passed sleep awakes
She don't know just where it goes
Jacket her she sold there for a fifty ways passed inner on a magazin for a fifty ways
She don't know just where it goes
So turn and run backway old front you can't get on don't shake those hips go back to sleep just get it pig
Come on, we need new band that's no way to say no
Baby, you drive me crazy don't come on here, no more
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