Criss Waddle feat. Kelvin Black letter to yvonne okoro

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Things fall apart
But there's no need to rush
You my girl and I'll say that proudly
Come sit right beside me o girl
Nobody nobody loves you
I want to bost bost yiur mental
I fit to die on top your matter
We must supposed to be together
Be my bread I'll be your butter
I no wanna vex I sound like thunder
Nanso baby e be me and you forever
Be my bread I'll be your butter

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