Yet the Bassoons Lack Sound
she wishes to use him as a means to an end
say he aint my freind
my shoes is new
what ya'll think he do?
begg me for love
he get's no love
get no love from me
ya'll know how it is!
ya'll know!
mo' dough
mo' dough !
chump ass bytch!
betta have sum for me!
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