Girl, you killing me, girl. You’re killing me, girl. 10. You’re killing me, girl. When you killing me, girl. You killing me, girl. You killing me, girl. You killing me, girl. Yeah, I know. You killing me, girl. Murder for might. Keep my foot up on their knicks and my heels high. Might take a man and tell you go take it to trial. I’m dead serious. It’s the best chick alive. Better is getting spy. Bottles getting pulled up. He must be a T. The way you trying to roll up.
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