- 19/08/2024 11:11:00
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Baby, fineness is the way to kill. Tell me how it feel, bet it's such a bitter pill. And yeah, I know you thought you had bigger, better things. Bet right now this stings (wait a minute). 'Cause the grass is greener under me. Bright as technicolor, I can tell that you can see. And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this. But it gets worse (wait a minute)