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Mah Nex Wife
my next wife I'm gonna let God pick her and I'm gonna stick to picking watermelons and continue to not be a felon n' stop being don juan. when I look at my wife of some now many years late I wonder why she never got a nose job to make it a little more straight and I'll chuckle cause I promised and never did lose that weight. mah nex wife when she think-bananas, that's what I'll hand her cause I answer to her every whim and want if not what's the point? the point is like I said before my next wife umma let God pick her, somebody was saying something about everything nice n' sugar n' spice not with my other wives. I don't think I have to take this more far cause mah nex wife I'm gonna let God pick har'
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