1 plus 2 equals 3

Fantasizing about you comin through in a see-through toga. I bet I'll stretched your back the fuck out. Like I was teaching you yoga. Gone right ahead and think it's a game. By the end of the night. You gonna be puttin some respect on my name. Picture pleasure mixed wit pain. I'm tryin to have the natural scent of a woman lingering in the air. "Warning" Do not tell me it's in your stomach. Cause I will not the fuck care. You and your girlfriend I like y'all energy. The way we vibe it's like we got good chemistry. Call her and tell her let's take it there. You gonna need her anyway if you wanna make it fair. Yeah that's what the fuck I thought. Call the 1 with the phat ass. What's her name Jalisa. Tell her to bring some Backwoods, 4 waters and a large chicken cheese pizza

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