Twerk for their kings

The one with you, the house, the one about how,.

A thief, year after year, here, caught in the forehead, sneaky, modestly.

When he's smoking, he won't open up, he's over there by the regiment, over there, over there, over here.

Rapa the fornicators said it was a good sound, he's a different friend,.

He's like a pack of bitches, which adds wildness, and releases lightning.