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All the time, let me pull up to your crib so we can run and dine Ain't no crime, but I be blowin' that bitch back out We be goin' round for round, I make a tap out
Oh my goodness, Nia is that you? Nia! I seen you on my mother's Facebook. I didn't know you had stereo. Whoa, it's such a blast. Okay, bye Nia. Bye bye.