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You should pray for forgiveness the things you doing out here, breaking God’s sacred bond, destroying what so many pray for but I can’t stop... it’s a nasty disease and yet to be treated.
It’s funny how we ended up here and you don’t even like me.
It’s funny how we ended up here and you just wanted to drag me by my hair.
It’s funny how me ended up here but you just wanted to put six bullets in my car and key my Cedes.
You see what I’m doing, that’s got nothing to do with you and I can damn sure tell you I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.
You should pray for forgiveness the things you doing out here, breaking God’s sacred bond, destroying what so many pray for but I can’t stop... it’s a nasty disease and yet to be treated.
I’m bold as hell, because I remember the first day, I saw OUR man. Nice hair, nice eyes, skin with ink embedded in. I licked my lips and went in, nice and slow knowing what I wanted to give... no less or no more. You could say that was the night this became a courtship of 3 rather than a union of 2...but what does that matter you’re included.
You should pray for forgiveness the things you doing out here, breaking God’s sacred bond, destroying what so many pray for but I can’t stop... it’s a nasty disease and yet to be treated.
You’re too possessive, you need to ease up on the reigns, you too sensitive sis stop being a . Sit down don’t try to drag me, why you think he love me so much you know it’s the truth.
You should pray for forgiveness the things you doing out here, breaking God’s sacred bond, destroying what so many pray for but I can’t stop... it’s a nasty disease and yet to be treated.
You can say this, you can say that, you can say I have the ring... so what sis. A cold piece of metal and piece of paper supposed to mean to me. We both got a king but see that’s the difference between you and me. I don’t mind sharing, so long as you know your place and I know mine, we can play Betty Homemaker 5-9. But don’t get it twisted sis, I know why he loves me it’s certainly not because I can cook a good meal, clean the house like a maid and no I’m not mother material, Hell it’s not even my brain.
He loves me because these lips have him entranced, this ocean between my thighs knows no depths, and when I ride.... baby I have him HYPNOTIZED.
You can sit there... heated thinking I’m exaggerating and lying, but I know YOU know better.
You should pray for forgiveness the things you doing out here, breaking God’s sacred bond, destroying what so many pray for but I can’t stop... it’s a nasty disease and yet to be treated.
I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon and it has nothing to do with you.
