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Gossip
He said, She said, all the bull crap & screaming bad words like crap Talking about them, her and all the crew, you know how it is Drop your stuff, throw up your hands, smack her pull her hair, roll around we don't care Pull her shirt and throw it in the air. Pull her skirt, show her underwear You said her mama bring the beef, you know how it is all she's good for is drama and keep talking about her momma and she's gonna crack your neck But all those who GOSSIP shouldn't recieve any respect
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