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The Job

She waxed on and waxed off she polished it
She studied it rub it ol' babe acknowledge it
No confirmation needed as she proceeded to stroke it
Why are you so hard she got that confused look like ol shit
Her hands are wet now
rubbing my sweat down
Ooooooooooooooh baby you making me wanna lay that pipe down
How does it feeeeeeel does it hurt
It feeeeeeels good keep letting them hands work
Three minutes and she's still feeling my tense spots
Fifteen minutes pass average my attitude is dont stop
60 minutes in my stress has exhausted
I just got the best back rub ever
I damn near lost it
Written by SnoFiya (P.S Holla)
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