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your girl was fresh
unknown

i was real young, one to impress
 1
back in the day, your girl was fresh
 2
i heard 'em say, "this is my best,
 3
this girl is tight as hell unless
 4
she's tryin too hard to impress,
 5
in that case i suggest a rest."
 6
but now i'm taller so i get to walk
 7
across boundaries with dirty talk,
 8
til these cops find me with the sickest rocks
 9
cause of all the shit i talk.
 10

28 May 07


(define the words in this poem)



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