Black Poetry : Flow juice that produce steam like coffee pots my scheme

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  1. MADDRAPPER

    MADDRAPPER Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Flow juice that produce steam like coffee pots my scheme
    Bossy and hot like Folgers for soldiers so sip a cup with cream
    Verses I step to invent and represent Hip Hop like Jay-Z the thug
    But crazy in love with the booty of Beonce’ in glazy bathtubs
    Have fun home with the unknown girl in my imagination
    Tremble at the symbol of love like players, cause fragmentation
    In the brain, made a song with Shaft on phonograph like Isaac
    Hayes became a mammal of action like Samuel Jackson recognize it
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    word up bruh flow head on
     
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    RICH THANKS FOR THE RESPONSE FOR REAL
     
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    MADD my brown round butt do wild twist but my style resists
    Deadbeats on misled streets they all wanna give me a kiss
    Got thick fannies and quick panties but duck slick candies
    That involve **** that throb on the block like vigilantes
    Mind plush to any alert have to brush off dirt they try rush
    Under my mini-skirt and get plenty work had to tell one guy hush
    Because a thug flow love crud and throw mud like a rainstorm
    Stain form in my underwear just thunder down there plain calm
    With what I hear
     
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