No paper, no pencil, I still draw your attention.

More on my wrist than the clothes on her body.

I’m married to the game, you’re just a bachelor.

It’s going in deep like I’m Curry from the three.

Looking good, feeling good, making love good.

It doesn’t matter the position, I’ll still be hitting.

Two knocked, five to come, to be the one time.

There’s no such thing as vanilla when I’m here.

The real reason I take so long to get my gear on.

She will never see anyone the same ever again.

If you don’t like what you see, I have two words.

Another victory turned into another celebration.

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