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Oh Muh Lil Thuuggg

oh muh lil thuuug...

Don't you think I wanna pack it up and come back?

Stalk you in a black cadillac with a crackhead in my lap?


Yeah thuuggg..

I still think about it.

I still get to want to sit on it.

Close my eyes thuggg


My Cha be get

to missin you,

my never-was-boo.


Ain't chu wanna take a baaaaath with me?

Wilst I mouth juggle yo seed banks

like my throat was bout to be havin yo baby?


Shiieett my lil thuggg...

My heart get moist

makin my lace

lace flossed

lady lips

smack with

dat faraway hunger.


Yeah muh lil thuggg...

Ima come to you again,

get you on yo back

Fore I call deuces

on these eunuch tricks.


My affection?


Ever.

Mother.

Fucking.

Lasting.

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