βΈβ βα°: βSaid she was 19, she'd kill just to fuck me.
And all of it means nothing, can't get my thoughts off that body.
I'm higher than the ceiling, that pretty skin tone, cinnamon.
Can't tell it if you're real or not and I could never get enough.
Allowed her, she pinned me to bottom
A liar, the bitch is a problem.βπ
π ΦΌ α΄ππ·
And all of it means nothing, can't get my thoughts off that body.
I'm higher than the ceiling, that pretty skin tone, cinnamon.
Can't tell it if you're real or not and I could never get enough.
Allowed her, she pinned me to bottom
A liar, the bitch is a problem.βπ
π ΦΌ α΄ππ·