Black Poetry : A BLACK SOUL SISTA a queen with class And she dream fast Lipstick gleam or flash like a twinkle of fame No wrinkle in her game As she strut round but

[rhymebad]

He hopes she can.
Accept these flowers.
He need help with powers.
And his hormones
We can do biz at home.
Mandatory for the youth
This is a story of truth.
Wear bling now doubt.
And successfully bring about.
A shine that blind eyes
And girl you got fine pies.

 

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And girl you got fine pies.
Strive to achieve.
And survive to squeeze.
Your waist boo.
He has words and a renown kiss.
But she wanna swerve around this.
Oh, he has flow and pride.
So, boo let’s go to his ride.
He’s clever and superior.
He has leather interior.
In his drop top he can’t stop
His rap took her to the backseat.

 

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His rap took her to the backseat
They listen to an exact beat
That’s how he attract a sweet
She have on bra, panties and
A mini skirt plenty work for a boy
Before she just twerk and toy
With his mind now it’s time to enjoy
Some sex, she didn’t do her homework.
A hidden phone under her skirt
It’s a pathetic race.
And like cosmetic paste
She uses it on her face.

 

[rhymebad]

He hopes she can.
Accept these flowers.
He need help with powers.
And his hormones
We can do biz at home.
Mandatory for the youth
This is a story of truth.
Wear bling now doubt.
And successfully bring about.
A shine that blind eyes
And girl you got fine pies.
Strive to achieve.

 

[rhymebad]

Strive to achieve
And survive to squeeze
Your waist boo
He have words and a renown kiss
But she wanna swerve around this
Oh he have flow and pride
So boo let’s go to his ride
He’s clever and superior
He has leather interior
In his drop top he can’t stop
His rap took her to the backseat.
They listen to an exact beat.