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||shh! into the vault||


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shut up and let me fuck basmati,
you think idk I'm being silly?

buck up and gimmi that ex-p,
ik ik that makes things temporary.

I learn from mistakes right? I better make more.
use me while there's still a chance, like a whore.

fuck your paywall of marriage, I want just the trial.
it's about exploring male psyche anti-senile.

you raise my all with the heat you bring,
but you won't finish me off; that stings.

males cum like rockets while females pressure cooker,
kindly pretty please excuse my rut. ||oh look! a looker.||

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stfu and put yo prejudice aside basmati,
yk i deserve it don't you see me queen.

I got everything I need and more,
while you here lackin like a whore.

ain't no way we'll keep up this coy,
ik you ain't a player but you still a boy.

granted it's entertaining and I can't take my eyes off you,
but I see what I wanna yk. I define our cool.

doesn't matter the truth only matters what's being spoken,
you know you got all it takes and yet you be lurkin.

so fade with time basmati your pride it yo fault,
imma see you in whoever I marry dw, ||shh! into the vault.||

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