Black Poetry : “NAW PLAYER like the twinkle in eyes you wanna wrinkle my pies after you sprinkle lies in my ears y

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“NAW PLAYER like the twinkle in eyes you wanna wrinkle my pies after
you sprinkle lies in my ears you plan to trip using manuscript and master
the art of love talk and in the club I'm caught dreaming, but not a disaster
like a teacher I accept flowers and this help powers my love emotions
as I rub lotions on my thighs while wild vibes play on the CD in potions
this is HIPHOP from the tiptop and it rip shop like renovation and devotion
come forth while on a dumb course to have sex let me grab the kotex
your mind have true scars like the design of new cars there are hang ups
your slang corrupt and you wanna bang my brown cupcake dang prenupts
in effect, I remember I was home alone in a gown walking around with
panties on, oh and my pancakes was hot a lot and syrupy brown and swift
like a stop at IHOPP or the waffle house on INDIAN RIVER ROAD jest lift
my skirt and that's all she wrote there be hope for sex to explode get my drift
so I'm into HIPHOP and wearing flip flops and boys with plots from the hood
sometimes not good in any manner and plenty bandanas get tied and should
be loosen, too much bling and no such thing as easy sex there are consequences
so us girls are alert on how boys worlds work, candy curls and flirts convinces
them to buy flowers, oh wow the doorbell ring nowadays can't ignore a thing
the heart of love is like a spark plug it fires from the friction of ignition the king
of motor sex a tool of correction could lead to fuel injection a CHICKEN WING
kING exist boys be licking my thing and reminisce amazing they tongue never
miss I be so hot down there, giving friction to my living condition it clever
to duck cases like this luck and laces are brisk and wet lips not even kissed
yet, wearing a gown with mad breasts and make a bad guess on boys it twist
my wrist and put me on a list of quick hitters and slick twitters and stuff
well I best answer the door before he or she leaves and sure enough a boy
with pure stuff and a mad thirst gone from bad to worse oh he wanted to toy
with my body and enjoy the party perhaps romance but no lap dance he looked
into my round eyes then my brown thighs and hound my pies he was so shook
and wanted some bad, this boy is mad clever but I've had better it sad whenever
a girl have turn a boy down even with a phat pie can't satisfy them all the levers
don't sit still and they git to fill your head with all the lovy dovy junk they talk
so hey I walk away from some, my body soar smoking, door open I'm caught
daydreaming and in a way he's scheming to try and get some wet pie taught
how to rap to chicks, have to be aware of what's going on down there bought
new panties and they wet already and I get sweaty kissing and listening to boys
my body not missing the toys that they play with he jest reminiscing enjoys
the sight,

HE SAID BOO:
“my raps phat and about to blow up you should've snap chat me that do-nut
now I'm on the doormat but no luck yet, now lost for words my flow stuck
have a dumb grin but boo can I come in” “OK but no way you gonna pull
this off” I was at home and wrong a song on the radio differ he pull the wool
over my eyes with his love talk I got lips and pies but to be hypnotize BY sweet
sayings I'm asking for it, this affair came like an airplane it's a runway keep
him here have fun today far as boys some say this event could jest sweep
my street clean, oh I was so hot down there I couldn't go anywhere my pride
thicken and like fried chicken he wanted to be licking my body and try slide
in the skins and that's when the ride begin, oh patty cake it's best I hide
oh my breast poke he jest joke made me laugh a lot he said if I kiss his
lips he would lose his mind I didn't know what to say, spoke like a wiz
“boo like a love fireman I'll rescue your hot breasts too and climb ladders
and rhyme about matters I can fire hose your desire for a rose and scatter
your topsoil girl you so hot and spoil girl you're a heavy date and I'm ready
for cake, I stand with game and will plan a campaign then fan the sweaty
flames of success, my aim is to impress you boo lubed my path improved
my math we can groove in the bathtub I'll soap your back rub it smooth
girl you got class and hot like a female astronaut can sail to the moon
and still prevail in perfume I jest hush and blushed as the love presumed
 

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