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Lord GodI come to you a sinnerAnd I humbly repent for my sinsI believe that Jesus is LordI believe that you raised him from the deadI will ask that Jesus come to my lifeAnd be my Lord and SaviorI receive Jesus to take control of my lifeAnd that I may live for him from this day forthThank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious bloodIn Jesus name, AmenI met her at this house party on El Segundo and CentralShe had the credentials of strippers in AtlantaAss came with a hump from the jump she was a camelI want to ride like ArabiansPush an '04 Mercedes-Benz"Hello my name is Kendrick"She said "No, you're handsome"Whispered in my ear, disappeared then found her dancingCiara had played in the backgroundThe parade music we made had us all wearing shades now (cool)"Where you stay?"She said "Down the street from Dominguez High"Okay, I know that's borderline Compton, ParamountWell is it Compton?Letras de cancionesNo she replied and quickly start batting her eyes andStrictly had one of her thighs around meSeventeen, with nothing but pussy stuck on my mentalMy motive was rather sinful"What you trying to get into?"She didn't tell, just gave me her NextelDropped the number, we chirped the whole summer and wellThe summer had passed and now I'm liking herConversation we having probably enticing herWho could imagine, maybe my actions would end up wifing herLove or lust, regardless we'll f*ck cause the trife in usIt's deep rooted, the music of being young and dumbIt's never muted, in fact it's much louder where I'm fromWe know a lot bout each other, her mother was a crack addictShe live with her granny and her younger two brothersHer favorite cousin Demetrius has a reputableHistory of gang banging did make me skepticalBut not enough to stop me from getting a nutI wanna come over, what's up?That's what I told her soon as this episodeOf Martin go off, I'm trying to get offI was in heat like a cactus, my tactics of being thirstyProbably could hurt me, but f*ck it I got some heartGrab my momma's keys, hopped in the car, then oh boySo now I'm down Rosecrans in a caravanPassing Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pumpI got enough to get me through the traffic jamAt least I hope cause my pockets broke as a promise manI'm thinking 'bout that sex, thinking 'bout her thighsOr maybe kissing on her neck, or maybe what position's nextReceived a picture of her titties blowing up my textsI looked at 'em and almost ran my front bumper into CorvetteEnthused by the touch of a woman she's a masseuseAnd I'm a professional porn star when off the GooseI had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis Jackson for ransomI'm hoping to get her loose like an Uncle Luke AnthemI'm two blocks away 250 feet and six steps away from where she stayShe waving me 'cross the streetI pulled up a smile on my faceAnd then I seeTwo n*ggas, two black hoodiesI froze as my phone rang From Letras Mania