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Junglepussy
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Nah
you can't fake real, I'm eating great eel teriyaki couldn't stop me with a blade, feel? fuck with me get a buck 50 like the face of Seal I'll fuck ya face, no microwave meals you can't mistake these ox-tails for the chicken spot you bitches not fucking with me like a little cock Junglepussy- won't catch me in no litter box get the big picture bitch, you in a little box I made him lick the box, he said it hit the spot you see me on the block, you see the Tommy top bubble jacket mother's spazzin' even when it's hot how dope is this? teach you how to grow and live what you want? (?) got ya man gropin' limbs (?) down to flirt, fucker get your baby ass feelings hurt need a nigga that could go down til he feel the dirt
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spicy ass Jamaican bitch, you could get ya chicken jerked. suckin' on the wrong dick, that could get ya sister murked Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com you don't know what I got all up in my fuckin' purse, grippin' on my fuckin' water bottle all these niggas thirst I roll with big shots, made men with lots of plugs they show me lots of love, serve ya girl lobsters love you an imposter love, you with the feds.gov you Kevin Costner with the drama- it's not an opera love I'm over talkin' bout these bitches ain't amount to shit all they worry bout is dick and how they mouth could fit I seen you eating mickey d's, knew you ain't love yourself I'm up in trader joes, shopping cart full of health I'm a come clean, and text my flow with one thumb my style is dumb clean your style is hum drum you're not exciting, your man never cum I caught him crying, he said he want some (some of this nah nah... sike! I'm like nah nah)
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