She

by VICTORIA GOINS   Aug 18, 2015


She said your lips were like a trigger to a smoking gun she couldn't see which way the bullets were flying from Dangerously in Love feenin for you like an addict searching for her drug all she needs is a dealer to heal her give her a dose before she becomes comatose I label you her killer no substitute no fillers. MJMV.....

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