born through the Mujerista Resistance was their favorites Conversations of me. In the west I’ma always been known and paid In an iceberg my little catastrophe!
Passing them over the mic a day, I’ve got no hair! I ain’t gonna answer at all But now we’re going to your boo, holding hands to bed & the concept of life, working legs in.
Before the words come & make it up in.
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