Going 1 of 1, together what you've concerned lessons I've won, back together a gun shooter the one the pistol die on I caress thy moon she gets it a funny thing spit on the pistol the one choking she's nun compared to my nun possession some fun we get it 1 1 caressing some fun we blessing shogun, you miss it no fun you get it someone you miss it my lungs your breath my one she leaves no fun we winning my lady if soon to be hating I'm playing while slaying the backseat awaiting you hate it to late then I bless it caressing love you undressing you make it play with this mustache full awakening mischief of the burdens will never leave you hurting I love it the chosen me blessings a rose and the backseat still soaking your spread leaves me woken unrelated the frozen you get me dark rose and the chosen one I'm hoping I feel it my listing I'm wishing its missing hopefully un soaking I miss you the flow and the house unrolling pistol toting streets calling un knowing you get it unfolding my pistol its blowing no folding
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Author:
Ja'Quan Shepard (
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- Published: August 15th, 2025 16:02
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