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I'm not gonna lie did you say raise me up you have a gun or a canna music for me on a music cover on your face what am I supposed to raise up I said nothing about arm and what a quarter of your pants and I'm confuse what I'm supposed to be written up for you not to make love to your arm I'm confused I don't know I'm sorry
Hey, hit that shit DJ. Ah, secure. Don't know what for. You have your head when you walk through the door. And the work you make up to cover up. The way that you are is enough. And well, it's in the room to see it. Everyone else but you.