What up love. You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats. I peep you at the strip joint. You and that little black chick. Acting like you so innocent.
What up love. You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats. I peep you at the strip joint. You and that little black chick. Acting like you so innocent.
I love your black dress, your red lips, your long legs, your high heels. I love your thigh-high boots, your snake skin one-piece suit. Yeah you really get me going when you put it all on.