All night hanging out, until the sun rises
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I don't know if they're done, but she and her friends have a bastard body
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She changed (changed)
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She was an angel although now she just wants sex without romance
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She doesn't want a boyfriend
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She knows that she is a devil, but she says that she is a daughter of God
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She is not with anyone, she goes on weekends to the street
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She wants to drink champagne, bring her
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and sometimes too
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She smokes marijuana, but shut up, no one knows that
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By social networks
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She looks fine and classy
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She knows a lot, but she is done
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if you see her
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As she gives it up down when she goes out
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Put on music for her to dance
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Music for her to dance
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Today she does not stay, she goes to the street
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Put on music for her to dance
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With her friends she goes out
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A bastard picket, there is no one equal to him
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Put on music for her to dance
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(Bryant Myers)
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To the rhythm of the track she dances
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Wide hips 'and she knows how to wear it
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They offer her everything and they can't tie her up
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She has a couple of followers
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Provocative, she lets herself be seen
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But only I can put it in
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With her friends she smokes
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She dresses in Versace and perfumes herself
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She only comes out at night like the moon
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She goes to the disco and drinks so much that she erases the cassette like Maluma
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Whenever she calls me, I get to her in one
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the girl knows
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That she is good, she shines so that they see her
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Well gilua', if he likes you, he satiates you
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She doesn't sleep with just anyone, even if she wants to
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They have given him little
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She is a bellaca and she touches you in private
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With little clothes she uploads photos and videos provoking
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She always touches her wet lips
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All night hanging out, until the sun rises
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I don't know if they're done, but she and her friends have a bastard body
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She changed (changed)
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She was an angel although now she just wants sex without romance
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She doesn't want a boyfriend
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She knows that she is a devil, but she says that she is a daughter of God
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She studies and works, on weekends she takes life in balance
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He puts the gym hard, this is to be framed
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He goes to the disco to clear his mind
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And if she hunts a puppet, she has to be long range
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There is no man who loves her
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She talks to you like she's not for romance
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I have her number, I keep it as the part
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Music for that bad love to forget
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She lives in search of evil and taking off
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I am the first who tried it after surgery
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The one who knows her very well, he knows what she does
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Endo fanatic, also 5/12
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All night hanging out, until the sun rises
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I don't know if they're done, but she and her friends have a bastard body
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She changed (changed)
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She was an angel although now she just wants sex without romance
|
She doesn't want a boyfriend
|
She knows that she is a devil, but she says that she is a daughter of God
|
She is not with anyone, on weekends she goes to the street
|
She wants to drink champagne, bring her
|
and sometimes too
|
She smokes marijuana, but she is silent, nobody knows that
|
By social networks
|
She looks fine and classy
|
She knows a lot, but she is done
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if you see her
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As she gives it up down when she goes out
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Put on music for her to dance
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Hahahaha, Chencho and Maldy
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Put on music for her to dance
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Plan B is Plan B
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Along with Bryant Myers
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Put on music for her to dance
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Darkness
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Flow Maffio
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Mere, tell me Carlos
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Havish
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Durantula The Coach
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Bryant Myers |