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I'm still counting my blessings you still want passion was affection but i put it in the trash now it's unattractive my magic move lotta at once imagine me asking for love like require that nonsense ouu my stomach hurts girl don't starve a man even i call her the bad thing's i still love the bitch yeah see pattern recognising nikka they can't play with us we just let em think like they won coz they fools love to brag me and mine forever me and Christ together don't cry baby i never ah ah ah yhea fresh out like I'm coming from the box and I'm coming for you boy's you want crown come take pussy nikka have me out on edge like trasfomer and shit