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You make me wanna drank...
Give me that bomb beat, so dank
All the measures on a groove stank
This lyric river flowing over the bank
A supreme swim in a pimp think tank.
Published 26th Aug 2019
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Drop a mic to make the ship, sank...
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Anonymous
28th Aug 2019 10:23pm
yep, definitely dug this, cuts low, then that urban cuba heel beet rising
28th Aug 2019 10:58pm
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