sonofsun5211
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just different
Role them sh!ts up
We don't need them
Our stressors are hungry
and we tend to feed them
and still beat them
Who needs a good hand
when i can play whatever im dealt
and still win
In the end
victory is my destiny
so f**k luck and poker faces
Losing's not an option
so f**k it
I'm smoking aces...
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