battle

Boy- I sat at the brew, smoked a few later that day I bought 

a que,went halters with you and shared it with you.

 

Girl- I could of made your stew for you, no smoking a que 

fuck you,need the loo? Not in mine, wanna que? Move away

Iwould want you with a que because I love you not no que.

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