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She rolled up in the Beamer, couldn't have looked cleaner Skin like coffee, colour with lil' creamer Sin City since I been thinkin' all of these thoughts in my head, she'd probably shoot me dead God-damn, she got the hoops on Hair bunned up in two just like a nunchuck Would I give a fuck? I need to mature myself up But I fell in love right when she said "I wanna count the freckles on your face" "Rearrange 'em, put 'em in the same place" I'm obsessed, I'm obsessed, I'm obsessed
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