narcissistic tic tic tic
2025-05-11
tic tic tic that boi narcissistic
tic
some call dis boi a prick prick prick
tell em get off my dick dick dick
shit shit shit
boi im sick sick sick
i fuck wit angels 6 6 6
they hold the mic and they thick thick thick
quick stop me fore i
end this shit
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