Hoe's and Bitches. Find 'em, Feel 'em, Fuck 'em, Forget 'em! I sweet talk them, Until I have them in bed. They ask me if I luv them, I quickly change the subject. Then I slip out the door when they're asleep. My reputation is that of a playa, I deny the charges. As I walk down the street, Girls look me up and down thinkin' "DAMN!" They come back and ask me 2 take them 2 extasy. Sometimes 2 at a time, They don't mind. They call me the next day wanting more. I tell them that they're special 2 me, When I know that I'm just givin' them another line.Birth sign: Aquarius
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