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jet Chris, Dior sweater Glock not, it's a high tech, it got a nice lever I'm the empire, that's my acceptor She gon' get an A, I'm the professor She
the pants-pocket inspector The young beeper check, collect call acceptor See I was with you, when you was a two figga nigga Way before they knew you was that
energy like electron acceptor Shine some light on you like a 3D Projector I'd rather face death than to hate my ancestors Y'all whipping black people
alone, forever, I Don't need an Acceptor for me to accept her I don't know who You are but I hope You know yourself I'm lost and I can't tell I don't know
The kind benefactor The acceptor of repentance The avenger The all pardoning The most compassionate Master of the kingdom The lord of majesty and honour
alma ahora no siento nada Que dolor mi amor No puedo acceptor me dejas llorando en mi habitación bien solo Estos pensamientos Me aquerdo de aquella ves
One, two, three and Where in the world are the joyful motherfuckers? The fearless lovers, the rainbow shooters The wild acceptors, the hopeful
sting crush Shadowbox, hit the punch bag, acceptor Won't win battlin', Tribe Unique's got wetter Who that sayin' the Ab ain't gainin' the game
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