13 count

Pucker up buttercup.
Smooth yet so rough.
Out tha way silent nights.
Tipsy tip 2 down.
It on buzz has been found.
3 n 4 bobbin a nod.
5 set on the spot.
Eyes tinted pink.
Tatsebuds numb to tha drink.
At war with morgan.
Tha captain that concurs sin.
6 times fussin a cus.
Feelin confidences must.
Bouncin towards 7.
No where near 11.
Zomm zoom zoom.
In full bloom.
Rare form kickin it.
8th wonder is my shit.
Shots runnin a slip.
Repeated at tha lips.
Pulsatin reputitions.
9 clinchin intensions.
Double digit life.
10 slurped jus right.
Double fisted weave.
12 then 11 breathe.
Clownin on my feet.
What a 13th treat.
Gone n floatin.
Twisted on my way to Zonin..........

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