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Who is Dad here, m, hey, dad MtCt here is Dad, m, hey, dad m

Who is the dad here, who, who has a dad, m

Who is the dad here, who, who has a dad, m

Dad, dad, dad, who is the dad Yu, dad dad, who is Dad here, m?

The door is free, all my fantasy

Suitcases and exit

There is no sense in these texts

I carry nonsense and sometimes I don't understand it

I'm tired of getting at, where is my dose? Where are the native dopamines

Music for high, not stupid fuckers

I explain in a simple way, soon on vacation and home

I'm not pushing seriously.

I fly off the house, sit in the top of the 89th, the condition is excellent, on the sister, now you are a dad, dad, dad here

How to go home, don't forget to buy bread

Of course, mothers, of course, dad. I will go to friends - haven't seen each other since the summer

Who is Dad here, m, hey, dad MtCt here is Dad, m, hey, dad m

Who is the dad here, who, who has a dad, m

Who is the dad here, who, who has a dad, m

Dad, dad, dad, who is the dad Yu, dad dad, who is Dad here, m?

Sitter's barce

I'm going carefully for local heels

They constantly gathered with the boys

Drive for gossip and what

Hey I answer, I have never seen everyone for so long ago, I am at home,

But soon we will fix everything

I'm on my father's car and that evening I'm a dad

And that evening I'm a dad

Do not forget the bread for bread

Do not forget for bread

Who is Dad here? Mm?