Pitbull,
Your music-rocks kills my soul solemnly to the last feather.
You know, when to press it on, and kill my weak.
You make we shake our cha-chas.
I know you want me,
and You know I(equally) want cha.
X
your biggest fan.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I LOVE PITBULL
Posted by S_S at 7:48 PM
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