Black Poetry : She’s a BROWN SOUL SISTA And renown bold and will blister The sidewalks when she strut butt She have facts with hips and lips Boys see snacks like chi

[rhymebad]

Aw girl you got some good stuff.
Right here he lives plumb corrupt.
Need a girl to give him thumbs up.
Wait she better pee.
So clever he
Just got her tongue.
Her cake faces inflation.
With the rate of vibration
That produce juice.
He can’t turn her a loose
Oh, he kissed her lips no excuse.
She has a strange itch.

 

[rhymebad]

She has a strange itch
As his voice change pitch
This boy desire lace
right in front of the fireplace
In her panties the flow is damp
And like the glow of a lamp
It light up her hormones
right she wanna go home
Her new butter so boss and pink
Along with other soft drinks
She’s an actor wearing perfume.
And now a new factor loom

 

[rhymebad]

His car loomed out of darkness
She wore perfume heartless
He come into view
With a dumb menu
That’ll come to light
He want some tonight
His facts a big threat
And like a pack of cigarettes
They smoke like nicotine.
Now hope for a slick queen
Quotes in a backpack.
Folks have big Mack Attack

 

[rhymebad]

Folks have big Mack Attack
At MC DONALD’S a snack
Will do.
Boo let him thrill you.
At home she dodges
Them phone charges
And sit alone in garages.
She gone camouflages.
Her dress but breast poke
And boys see that.
And be at
Sex and head for the bed

 

[rhymebad]

Sex and head for the bed
He’s a player that’s hot
And like a layer of rock
He’s underground
Leaving thunder around
And starting a garden
Of love before departing
Do a ballad with words and finish.
And like a salad served on spinach
This has flavor.
Sand kiss with major
Concrete like crazy glue