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Mix it with mine, with yoursif the othordox ways crimeingnorance tricks the mensting againlike porcupineskin complexionwon't give directionhail to mulattoitalianofarragoanything with a twist yofor the night flows hot like siroccomix with all for the ritual.
Win skin like Marlon Brandoin the last tangonow I'm singlein the discoclub schizowhen the disk spins loud colloyuial go.
Juices uploosen uplet the lust overflows my cup pop.
Mix it with mine, blend it with yours.
Seeking a true force melange.
Never mindcheck the signsintertwine,cool: melange.
Ascetic aspects get no contactamatory looks for hot sex,screaming from your voice box, larynxo yeah!
Steppin' to a girl that basically is way out of your leagueout of reach,but the peachmakes lips glisten,blushin' your cheeks,hold the courage and the gutsaided by Millerquads or Budsalcohol creates the studto strutin perfect dudsso much for phase one,it takes one line to flake out sonas you glancetop - bottom, buttgives the shakes onshoot the giftfor swift quick linguisticlet libido uplift,arrange the melodyon the Freud theraphy tipfigure you have potential,she wetting lips.
It was a test,now your perfect matchcos' the fire is lit.
Background unknownbut the sex drives the proneget the conversation on,and dig out ones skulls to bone.
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