the irish butler
Momentum on the Streets p=mv profit=momentum*volume
“How much do you get?”
“What’s the pay…..
What’s the pay off he said
Not speculating today
Feels great
This location is inside of you
Sugar bored and wont talk
Never through it all a way for a block
Out of my bourbon
Soo clean eyes will come
A thousand armies and a thousand moors
Until you never loud inside my opened poors
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
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