Trutik - Marietta
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Fuck the bass is out of tune, I'm rapping on you, you're eating meat, you look like broccoli
I buy clothes as if eaten by a moth
If you want to get fucked up, go to Tor
Like moss
I give you my word it's expensive
With Mike Until the grave
Everything is the same
It doesn't hurt me
Not a streamer but strict
My road is broken
I rent a voice
I'm doing what's cool and you're doing fashionable
Loud
Like a boxer fucking after the gong
I don't respect dong

Rhonda
Said hi she's wet
I want to work the same way
How small in roblox
Injected Botox into my dick
For her comfort
I'm not Broken
Boombox on shoulder
I don't like the public, I need a clone
Looks like a clown
You've got a fucking clown
Looks like Gary Potter or John Garik
Smoke Garik and relax
You can't beat the shock

Fuck got a little nervous
Mantis on a vein
I would go to Vienna
He's blowing up methox
Salute to young money
Tries to jerk
Well, nefor
I scribbled my contribution into my notes
If I want sex
I'm flying there
No ore needed
I will buy a cradle and a Carpathian
She rolled up
Looks like a hobgoblin
There is a left bank but we are muddy on the right

We fly to Argamacha
I have a rich bitch
She's with the packs
You're the first to gas
And then you go out
Rams caught
Somewhere near Rusap
Shama will throw you
You're a fek, like a pushup
No need for noodles on your ears
Drain the bitch if it's slaked
Rap fixed my tremors
The girl on the dick corrected
I'm a person and you compare