Haunted Clothes

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[Lofty305] She's the type that, cheah She's the type that always rocking all them haunted clothes From the thrift store You don't know where the fucking clothes go Where they been They probably got a soul of their own what the fuck damn She left her jacket, I swear It was talking It said don't hurt me I swear I was walking down my fucking hallway with it bout to throw it out in the trash and it screamed no I was like hold up who is this hoe Called her up, I said yo come over right away She said damn what's the business She thought I wantеd to fuck but she didn't know what I meant I said shit when shе got to the front door I said yo your fucking jacket was talking She said yeah it's fucking haunted I should have told you Said weird ass bitch what the fuck are you A fucking witch? She was like yeah, I was like wow Got some water blessed it, threw it on her face She was like why the fuck you did that nigga I was just kidding I was like damn
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- Lofty305