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adding some legendary bars to this legendary song entering hall of fame, you playing the gong sunsets on Sunday morning , buffet pieces spread out in your thong might not be worth my time but definitely gonna be thick and long spread em cheeks like the butter bent sideways with the blunt of knives might not be a jihadi but i exploded for my 72 wives and when I come, I come a lot fifteen seconds that's how much It goes, cumshot so if i cum in your mouth, goes straight to heart might whoop your woke ass, that cries and calls kamala hot you might be thirsty now, I might just end your draught I might be fucking you good, I'll fuck bad of ever caught trynn to tell me to be gentlemantly but you still remain a hoe so now I walk you dawgie bitch, get down on your fours Rising up to the challenge, blazing through the haze Crafting lines so sharp, they'll leave you in a daze Sunday sunsets, feasts spread wide, the moments we crave Not just about the chase, it's the thrill that we save Spreading joy like butter, smooth moves, cutting through strife Might not be a warrior, but I strive for a better life And when I give my all, it's a thunderous applause Fifteen seconds of fame, leaving the crowd in awe So if my words reach your ears, they strike right to the core Might challenge your views, leaving you wanting more Quenching your thirst for truth, ending the dry spell Giving you a taste of heaven, out of this world, like a spell Verse 2: They tell me to play it cool, but I keep my edge Walking this tightrope, never close to the ledge With every step, I'm grounded, yet I aim for the stars In this journey of life, I'm raising the bars Navigating the maze, staying true to my course With a heart full of passion, and an unstoppable force Words that cut through silence, resonating deep Bringing dreams to life, from the echoes they keep So as I walk this path, I'm breaking the mold Turning tales into legends, stories yet to be told Leaving my mark on time, with every beat and rhyme In this grand hall of fame, making memories sublime
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adding some legendary bars to this legendary song entering hall of fame, you playing the gong sunsets on Sunday morning , buffet pieces spread out in your thong might not be worth my time but definitely gonna be thick and long spread em cheeks like the butter bent sideways with the blunt of knives might not be a jihadi but i exploded for my 72 wives and when I come, I come a lot fifteen seconds that's how much It goes, cumshot so if i cum in your mouth, goes straight to heart might whoop your woke ass, that cries and calls kamala hot you might be thirsty now, I might just end your draught I might be fucking you good, I'll fuck bad of ever caught trynn to tell me to be gentlemantly but you still remain a hoe so now I walk you dawgie bitch, get down on your fours Rising up to the challenge, blazing through the haze Crafting lines so sharp, they'll leave you in a daze Sunday sunsets, feasts spread wide, the moments we crave Not just about the chase, it's the thrill that we save Spreading joy like butter, smooth moves, cutting through strife Might not be a warrior, but I strive for a better life And when I give my all, it's a thunderous applause Fifteen seconds of fame, leaving the crowd in awe So if my words reach your ears, they strike right to the core Might challenge your views, leaving you wanting more Quenching your thirst for truth, ending the dry spell Giving you a taste of heaven, out of this world, like a spell Verse 2: They tell me to play it cool, but I keep my edge Walking this tightrope, never close to the ledge With every step, I'm grounded, yet I aim for the stars In this journey of life, I'm raising the bars Navigating the maze, staying true to my course With a heart full of passion, and an unstoppable force Words that cut through silence, resonating deep Bringing dreams to life, from the echoes they keep So as I walk this path, I'm breaking the mold Turning tales into legends, stories yet to be told Leaving my mark on time, with every beat and rhyme In this grand hall of fame, making memories sublime
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