(Santana)
One man's trash is another man's treasure
You can be my pot of gold or I can be your lepra—chaun
My little lucky -charm
When I see you, I explode -boom bitch you're the bomb
Yup—and I don't care about who you have slept with crept with
As long as you keep it real- and the sex is ex-celent
Im in ur stomach like indigestion
Just speakin' this verse I got an erection
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