Tuesday, September 8, 2015

R.9

She goes hard on that faint, broke yards of that faith by design, photos flicker. She dove large for that paint, show cards makin bank, solo slicker. Coco with that palette, gogos to a ballad, she exudes some, all talent. Get up straight have it, any which way she cuts, all balanced. Got jewels on deck, fedora, mesh no less than kitch, raw habit. Gold tone with a little bit of black, her clock ticks and is known every which way she daps.

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