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the whip shine like there's baby oil on it. i honk the airhorn at them bitches in the street
heeey! - remember me? - the on you called a creep. now my weed so sweet; i hit it and fall asleep;
wake up! - roll up again
the whip shine like there's baby oil on it. i honk the airhorn at them bitches in the street
heeey! - remember me? - the on you called a creep. now my weed so sweet; i hit it and fall asleep;
wake up! - roll up again