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YA PROBLEM IS 5.5 WITH BROWN EYES AND BIG THIGHS PLENTY ASSS AND **** TO GRIP AND LIPS THAT MAKE YOU WISH YOU COULD KISS LIKE THE FRENCH YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS? IT’S THAT SHUGGA WITH A SPLASH SASS THAT GOT YOU OPEN LIKE STORES ON BLACK Friday WISH YOU COULD MAKE MY DAY BUT YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE TO START YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH MY MIND BUT I ALREADY KNOW YA HEART DISTRACTED EASILY JUST TO GET THE SCENT OF ME STOPPIN SHORT JUST TO HOPE YOU BUMP INTO ME YOUR PROBLEM IS SIMPLE ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS APPLY YOURSELF TO SOLVE IT USE THEM YEARS OF COLLEGE TO DROP KNOWLEDGE AND I’LL EDUCATE YOU PUT YOUR SKILLS TO USE ADD YOU INTO YOUR PROBLEM AND DIVIDE IT THE EQUATION IS NOT THAT SIMPLE IT’S GONE TAKE SOME TIME AND PARTICIPATION TO GET TO GRADUATION

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