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Sherane A.K.A Master Splinter's Daughter

Artist:Kendrick Lamar  Album:good kid, m.A.A.d city (Deluxe)  Composer:Kendrick Lamar, C. Whitacre & J. Henderson 

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Lord God, I come to you a sinner And I humbly repent for my sins I believe that Jesus is Lord I believe that You raised him from the dead I would ask that Jesus come to my life And be my Lord and Savior I receive Jesus to take control of my life And that I may live for him from this day forth Thank you, Lord Jesus, for saving me with your precious blood In Jesus' name, amen I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central She had the credentials of strippers in Atlanta Ass came with a hump, from the jump she was a camel I want to ride like Arabians, push an '04 Mercedes-Benz "Hello, my name is Kendrick," she said, "No, you're handsome" Whispered in my ear, disappeared, then found her dancin' Ciara had played in the background The parade music we made had us all wearin' shades now, cool "Where you stay?" She said, "Down the street from Dominguez High" Okay, I know that's borderline Compton or Paramount "Well, is it Compton?" "No," she replied Then quickly start battin' her eyes I strictly had wanted her thighs around me Seventeen with nothin' but pussy stuck on my mental My motive was rather sinful, "What you tryna get into?" She didn't tell, just gave me her Nextel Dropped the number, we chirped the whole summer, and, well The summer had passed, and now I'm likin' her Conversation we havin' probably enticin' her Who can imagine? Maybe my actions'll end up wifin' her Love or lust, regardless, we'll fuck 'cause the trife in us It's deep-rooted, the music of bein' young and dumb Is never muted, in fact, it's much louder where I'm from We know a lot 'bout each other, her mother was a crack addict She live with her granny and her younger two brothers Her favorite cousin Demetrius is irrepetible Family history of gangbangin' did make me skeptical But not enough to stop me from gettin' a nut "I wanna come over, what's up?" That's what I told her soon as this episode Of Martin go off, I'm tryna get off I was in heat like a cactus My tactics of bein' thirsty probably could hurt me But fuck it, I got some heart Grabbed my mama keys, hopped in the car, then, oh boy So now I'm down Rosecrans in a Caravan Passin' Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump I got enough to get me through the traffic jam At least I hope, 'cause my pockets broke

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