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HE SAID: HIP HOP desire writers and like firefighters outten flame while shouting // my name got a c
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<blockquote data-quote="rhymebad" data-source="post: 992717" data-attributes="member: 11469"><p>need a plan in a hurry and being a fan of CURRY you wanna layup, I REMEMBER one boy told me wait up got a great butt we need to talk" I proceed to walk down the street being brown and sweet we were bound to meet my lips stay glowing red gonna delay going to bed he wanna say words to mess with my head but I can't be misled by this he's gonna try kiss my lips after some brisk scripts when I walk I twist hips, you come with sweet facts galore try sneak in my back door, now we here at BIG ALS'S so you maybe a crazy true hustler with a new muffler with an oil change you spoil this is strange</p><p>PRICESS ANNE ROAD out-front, "amazed and adorn no doubt but a page is torn out your love talk book and behind BIG AL'S is a motorcycle shop, think you wanna put the smack down in the background and my snack is brown when boys go downtown, got game and flirt with body framework I came alert to meet boys they speak and enjoys they don't wear toy hats they rap in caps turned backward, stumbling through here waiting for the coming of the new year, you flow with class but don't go so fast oh and my past is great so your task is to get cake, I'm a girl wet and alone you wanna get me home and shatter my cake no matter how late well it's time to postpone home even though you have a love jones for my skin tone and like KELLOG cornflakes boys they're great, now this is black HIPHOP in Virginia Beach at BIG AL'S and dig this got boy pals and gals, prevail with a load of facts and like railroad tracks I'm a female with a code that attracts boys, love school is a dope academy and you hope your strategy will get you wet dates, you cry out for pie no doubt and my skirt needs washing because when I flirt I'm squashing cherries, boys cry out about pie no doubt, shook when it took to much time to search my mind everything turned dope and had to learn the ropes to a love affair, with sex in the culture this could build a complex structure so I'm chilling in a building here at BIG AL'S have a desire to flirt but that require work in an affair need plans and like bare hands your gloves off because love is soft like dove soap and the suds is dope my need a hug to cope with this for real, flirt in romance and that never hurt my chances with boys, flirt in showers then exert powers to bring about love OK, my honey smoke and that's not a funny joke every dummy hope they can get this LOOK BOO my aim renown and like JAMES BROWN I'm in a cold sweat and my goal is to get some quick, but don't want a dumb chick or a stuck up one my luck will be done corrupt no fun, now my drop top in the parking lot sparkling and hot just like your body boo we can go party to drink Bacardi you and me, accept your view need help boo before I step into an affair with you, read a list of details then kiss females this tactic prevail as my style, fought and duck as this stuff is brought up at meetings with chicks, so look got sick game with a nickname but need a chick or dame to complete this a sweet kiss would help, I flow galore and go ashore like ships got hype scripts girl you dodge the block like its a large rock hard to camouflage your hot body it get sweaty quick and like a heavy stick it beat boys eyes out and they want pie no doubt, the hood need a good deed so would you read my story while I proceed to the laboratory to experiment with new words and now a few birds fly above, girl let me take your cake to my hiding place so I can be sliding in lace while my words be gliding in the space of your mind so pour the wine boo and we can dine too at OUTBACK no doubt snack on some steak this all real and like a small meal this consist of burger and fries, girl wanna carry you to bed your lips are very red, I go to school at bars sit on low stools and know cool stuff, use plenty of rhymes many times the hot type but some not ripe like green peaches on extreme beaches in Virginia comes to girls they're full of fun so I pull one to take home cake alone don't make a man strong I may stand alone if my plan fall through boo finish with the hood streets and spinach is good to eat can be a hot guy like pop eye you got pot pie like KFC girl so boo lets sit in the whip may git to strip you, cake I enjoys so I make noise on bedsprings because my head ring like an alarm clock on farms a lot</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="rhymebad, post: 992717, member: 11469"] need a plan in a hurry and being a fan of CURRY you wanna layup, I REMEMBER one boy told me wait up got a great butt we need to talk" I proceed to walk down the street being brown and sweet we were bound to meet my lips stay glowing red gonna delay going to bed he wanna say words to mess with my head but I can't be misled by this he's gonna try kiss my lips after some brisk scripts when I walk I twist hips, you come with sweet facts galore try sneak in my back door, now we here at BIG ALS'S so you maybe a crazy true hustler with a new muffler with an oil change you spoil this is strange PRICESS ANNE ROAD out-front, "amazed and adorn no doubt but a page is torn out your love talk book and behind BIG AL'S is a motorcycle shop, think you wanna put the smack down in the background and my snack is brown when boys go downtown, got game and flirt with body framework I came alert to meet boys they speak and enjoys they don't wear toy hats they rap in caps turned backward, stumbling through here waiting for the coming of the new year, you flow with class but don't go so fast oh and my past is great so your task is to get cake, I'm a girl wet and alone you wanna get me home and shatter my cake no matter how late well it's time to postpone home even though you have a love jones for my skin tone and like KELLOG cornflakes boys they're great, now this is black HIPHOP in Virginia Beach at BIG AL'S and dig this got boy pals and gals, prevail with a load of facts and like railroad tracks I'm a female with a code that attracts boys, love school is a dope academy and you hope your strategy will get you wet dates, you cry out for pie no doubt and my skirt needs washing because when I flirt I'm squashing cherries, boys cry out about pie no doubt, shook when it took to much time to search my mind everything turned dope and had to learn the ropes to a love affair, with sex in the culture this could build a complex structure so I'm chilling in a building here at BIG AL'S have a desire to flirt but that require work in an affair need plans and like bare hands your gloves off because love is soft like dove soap and the suds is dope my need a hug to cope with this for real, flirt in romance and that never hurt my chances with boys, flirt in showers then exert powers to bring about love OK, my honey smoke and that's not a funny joke every dummy hope they can get this LOOK BOO my aim renown and like JAMES BROWN I'm in a cold sweat and my goal is to get some quick, but don't want a dumb chick or a stuck up one my luck will be done corrupt no fun, now my drop top in the parking lot sparkling and hot just like your body boo we can go party to drink Bacardi you and me, accept your view need help boo before I step into an affair with you, read a list of details then kiss females this tactic prevail as my style, fought and duck as this stuff is brought up at meetings with chicks, so look got sick game with a nickname but need a chick or dame to complete this a sweet kiss would help, I flow galore and go ashore like ships got hype scripts girl you dodge the block like its a large rock hard to camouflage your hot body it get sweaty quick and like a heavy stick it beat boys eyes out and they want pie no doubt, the hood need a good deed so would you read my story while I proceed to the laboratory to experiment with new words and now a few birds fly above, girl let me take your cake to my hiding place so I can be sliding in lace while my words be gliding in the space of your mind so pour the wine boo and we can dine too at OUTBACK no doubt snack on some steak this all real and like a small meal this consist of burger and fries, girl wanna carry you to bed your lips are very red, I go to school at bars sit on low stools and know cool stuff, use plenty of rhymes many times the hot type but some not ripe like green peaches on extreme beaches in Virginia comes to girls they're full of fun so I pull one to take home cake alone don't make a man strong I may stand alone if my plan fall through boo finish with the hood streets and spinach is good to eat can be a hot guy like pop eye you got pot pie like KFC girl so boo lets sit in the whip may git to strip you, cake I enjoys so I make noise on bedsprings because my head ring like an alarm clock on farms a lot [/QUOTE]
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