What would happen if you ACTUALLY got "married to the game"? Would you find true happiness?

Wedding Day

Itachi

Akon - Never Really Mattered ft. SIMIEN [REMIX] by. Yung Stylish

Keep Shinin Slowed and Reverbed

iTrap

BADMAN

Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy

This track is a tribute, a flag we raise,
For the woman who built herself worthy of praise

So don’t call it beauty, don’t flatten her right,
She’s what pain becomes when it learns to fight 

Lock me up in horny jail and throw away the key
The wardens front row, this shows streaming free

She trains, she reigns, no strength surpassed,
Her force runs deep like an icy crevasse

She don't flex cute, she roars when she scores,
Biceps peakin’ like Mount Rushmore 

99 problems, but loot ain’t one,
Stats so cracked, devs patch when she done

Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy
Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy

This ain’t a song, built on thirst or physique,
It’s a hymn for the ones who show up every week

A tribute in rhythm, a barbell ballet,
To the muscle bound queens who were forged not made

My place is her shadow, I serve with a grin,
Muscle mommy’s rule, let the worship begin

Cage me, punish me, lock me in a zoo,
Head between her legs, death by snusnu

Being her scale, she crushes every weigh-in,
Gains so wild got the numbers just prayin’

Locked in her set, breath sharp like a blade,
Her hips do damage no safe word could save

Straddlin’ the bench, lookin’ down like a threat,
I’m beggin’ for a spot and a taste of her sweat

Her touch, her taste, yeah, it’s all I savor,
Muscle mommy goddess with that heavyweight flavor
Stretching me deep like a weighted lunge,
I’m cryin’ out “mommy” each desperate plunge 

Ain't askin’ for mercy, I’m beggin’ for heat,
Wring me out like a rag under muscle mommy’s seat

Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy
Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy

She didn’t get crowned, she climbed for that height,
Repped through the pain ‘til her wrongs turned right

No flinching at the weight, didn’t fold at the heat,
Now the world knows fear when she sets her feet 

I like muscle mommies I cannot lie,
Cucked by the squat rack, that’s my high 

Laid out like a bench, I don’t move, I submit,
Nursing like a piglet in her temple of grit

Muscle Mommy Town, I’m the prayer, she’s the steeple,
Stuck in the pew, while her glutes write a sequel

They Gram every lift, with a filter and smile,
While shes milkin’ the bar, like it owes her a child 

Amazon style, she got me spread wide, 
Her hips slamming down while I'm drowning in pride 

Her toy, her slave, her little weak man, 
Muscle mommy owns me, was always the plan 

Thighs got me like Aladdin in the sky,
Wrapped around my neck, that’s how I wanna die

Wish I had genie to give me all desire
Turn into a butt plug, livin’ in her empire

Snail trail streak on the bench when she straddles,
Down on all fours, tongue out for the splatter

I’m the cable she pulls, the bar in her grip,
She bends and breaks me while I beg for just the tip 

Booty on the squat rack ready to explode,
Got my loins frothing like a root beer float

She works me raw, like leather in a hand,
Moldin’ me down, to be her saddle on demand 

She calls it control, I call it demise,
Livin' in her grip, Kegel exercise

Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy
Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy, Muscle Mommy

Frisco Chuck, Lil Kayla & Traetworthree- Slow Down (Fast) Dirty

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