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I been popping like hot pockets I shoot my shot and I got it I'm coffee they ask am I a girl or boy I say I'm mixed don't get it twisted my hair nappy lay back eating laffy taffy got the Right woman to pick me shit now we taking trips drinking that liquor I didn't have to chase during sex she say my name this is truestory no fiction clothes on the floor bedroom door locked she tells me how she wanted like I'm Pac my tongue is the towel dry her up my butter cup