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robinrecreates A short fast furious writer
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Times we’re freezing we felt the coldness. Did our money get to be Hollywood perfectly they

π»πŸ’žπ“‰ π’²π’œπ’³ π‘€π‘’π“π“‰π“ˆ π‘€π“Ž 𝒯𝒢𝓍 𝑀𝒢𝓃

Times we’re freezing we felt the coldness. He needed to lift your spirit

The spotlight Star wars

Hey, such a hot Queen item, My jungle of Tarzan taxing that Mary candy Jane. I just might be stepping on my big crackerJack Rolling Stone

What do I not know? Look at him sticking out his tongue like a puppy. And we are trying to put more money in our wallet crying like a wolf

How it went out of sight like the howling all he does is stare and she is full of money and I am bare

The Tax Life 1- Taxes 2- He returns 3-Batman and the clown counterfeiting

He's the taxman Bee hive money and honey I'm not buying because I have the stash I am a smart Bee

She's the chess game of his power suit tiger eyes lying

Spiritual red candles and his money started melted but my bird is in high money flight

My love started to go in the direction of an MLM site M for Money l for Leverage and M for more money

But her flower wilting starting a new business there was no money to give the show business

What a Tax day, I started to smell like a burn baby burn fire fighter day

Like the poison of "Ajax" What was next was hot item of beeswax

Everything got on my nerves I needed some time

Everyone was popping money melatonin and my Ex gave me some Ex-lax just one tree to pray again with the tax Oh! Yikes

What a hoax then she made the best French croissants what a heavenoy breakfast Pizzazz like magic

That sexy roux she had an angel face so floured and his counterfeit money looked like a ghost of the past in her recipes

And he looked deliciously charmed by her falling star but she is still smiling

Mr. Tyrant Taxman was too much on my office fax. But surprisingly someone gave him a bikini wax ouch

She is always hungry Apples to Southern belle peaches like she won the lotto all the right tax numbers

Those Pumpkin pies Those sorority girls needed to study yummy

That hot babe the subject was taxed their lips were getting better than his money her computer was getting a lip talk of money

They eventually started looking like the Pink Resse poodles Pink French Kiss in the Eifel tower

Either things became legal or Illegally blondes pink Reese Weatherspoon rain or shine hot item news she was awarded the most money she was the best hostess

We need to decline Or please don't think for one minute you will be my hit Valentine your money will be mine

His "Big MAC" was all over the breeches

Her twin set she stuffs his money she packs

The money like a bad β€œLOVE” cruelness.

Through everyone’s power eyes the yellow cabs dead ringer their mouth could talk what stabs

Like β€œArrowsmith” singing Dream on The money right on You win some or lose The next heirs a million in one wrong star's You cry many tears so just dream on. And don't get sucked into a con

Β»β€”β€”β€’ Β»β€”β€”β€’ Β»β€”β€”β€’ Money arrows are finally going my way

Those big payments and lies. The Text worded Don't be a sucker

β€œLeave me Alone” Someone became the loser

But some days we look out our window looks dull. But we can change that we are so passionate about ourselves But money gets in the way with the tax undertone.

The taxes I hear a Melody I tunes going up.

He’s on quick return rise Another tax return on its way.

But no one left her alone falling into some bad cracks

But I hated my overpayment here comes and baby its not the sun

The bad omen phone. Do you C for curse

β€œMe and You.” 𝓣π“ͺ𝔁𝓢π“ͺ𝓷 money fight

And when I looked down it was creepy

Boy did he die for me in my taxes β™₯ Rising.

All his returns Tom cruising who is losing. He's the stuntman but his money is like X-man all global

He gave me a run for my money flight. The money didn't move it stayed in my heart really tight

Like he rented me for a night ♣ What a Maleficent is she decent highly recommended

The winter months I felt deep in hot quicksand.

Sly Fox his big box what’s in it for you?

Your head hit the pavement.

Is this my money arrangement? All for him what about me

He slides me another tax statement. I felt poisoned by his apple

Dark London shaking hands Mr. London Fog.

Hot fire all clamped on the red bus he makes a fire he give me his money coat

He can not even face me eating like Stock of the bronze knight turned wickedly

Between a rock no money no home but I still have someone and I am not alone

Just add on taxes my heart now its feels alone just because of money it can change on you like a love. But he is not anywhere near your Orange blossom honey

The heat builds like a fire log.

No time for the holidays’ Make your own magic

It ain’t easy with my feeling the blues eggnog and my 𝓣π“ͺ𝔁𝓢π“ͺ𝓷

Another wicked tax return I got nothing compared to what he got

Whats the truth the mistress got everything like a vampire sucking out money

How many pies can I bake β€œHugo” I go or you go and this is easy as a pie?

She had the over-inflated ego The dark star she raced him like a cheetah

She was pressed against him

Her sexy slender column she was highly written up in the next cool in her stars column

She was written up lap love return she was the floral focal piece

He popped super taxed but solemn another wicked picture shot that's how he makes his money

Way above Tax column

Her body tax add on’s glide on like a tiger her tax roar

He's so hard -- And she was easy right on

What a crazy time their 𝓣π“ͺ𝔁𝓢π“ͺ𝓷 became the biggest moron

Something amazing shined so sensual inviting symphony

But things had uncertainty but she sensed a certain mystery like a crime her Jeremy irony

He came again with tax return Knight but she was the sword lady and not taking any bullshit she was waiting to put up a fight

How he surrenders No taxman pretender reading behind a newspaper

What a tax relief he was riding off to LA LA Land he picked her up like no other man can

That write-off she loved her time off and with him La La land they were laughing and face to face it was about love.

Why couldn’t I have a big inheritance but she didn't care she had someone better

How he played up Mr. Max a million what a daredevil he wanted her but she knew better

A+ Investment

That taxman wasn't welcome in my home

All Bill collectors named silence of the taxes Hector I wouldn't trust him with your money

His sensual act sax he wasn't playing like some friend of mine He was like a Jailbird doing time

Too many money trees of mentor's maybe the new world will get more power RainMan

And their taxes right

We need better love inventors to take away our blues at night

Let's not trust anyone with a blue power suit we need a Hot Money investor

He knew exactly what to say sexual pleasure device and please arrest him

I felt crossing over I saw the heated wax

How it was burning twice more money and Organically grown she was the wild rice

She was flat broke slightly lost in the tax man’s

Such bad time became more advances he spoke

Well what do you know he left his cash he returned

That was a big bonus she earned with crack tile. She was in her heaven all smiles

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