HE SAID: this entire block
require ham hocks, wow in shock
eating collard greens don't rock
the boat just dream a lot
dim a nation
with the statue of limitation
this is a demonstration
of my love for a Korean chick
we can fly to TAEGU do it quick
and drink Seoul Ju its more rude
to have a poor attitude
this could bar my success
jump in the car hide duck stress
rapping romance
and stuff happen by chance
your breasts are renown
but your dress is down
girl you got sweaty oriental thighs
and I'm ready for them sentimental pies
kiss and rap is no mishap this can trap a girl
proceed along a path
read this maybe the wrong math
buy dove for my home bath
and face the unknown wrath
at the club, see a peach online
that I must reach in time
SHE SAID: this is phat love
from a thug, grab soap and
begin showers
wash my twin towers
which are my breasts
boys wanna blow them up
while getting my do-nut
its clear when
love appear to begin
with a kiss while my skirt is down
crave to be flirting today
and behave in a certain way
fiction with a sprinkle of fact
no wrinkle in my act
this one boy was hoping for lace
but like a broken vase
thoughts went to pieces tore up
like REECES peanut butter cups
in the hood with phat pie
that would satisfy
many if I lift my skirt
sniff perfume while I flirt
never an excuse for the clever use
of my imagination haters come with loose
fragmentation and blow up my do-nut
require ham hocks, wow in shock
eating collard greens don't rock
the boat just dream a lot
dim a nation
with the statue of limitation
this is a demonstration
of my love for a Korean chick
we can fly to TAEGU do it quick
and drink Seoul Ju its more rude
to have a poor attitude
this could bar my success
jump in the car hide duck stress
rapping romance
and stuff happen by chance
your breasts are renown
but your dress is down
girl you got sweaty oriental thighs
and I'm ready for them sentimental pies
kiss and rap is no mishap this can trap a girl
proceed along a path
read this maybe the wrong math
buy dove for my home bath
and face the unknown wrath
at the club, see a peach online
that I must reach in time
SHE SAID: this is phat love
from a thug, grab soap and
begin showers
wash my twin towers
which are my breasts
boys wanna blow them up
while getting my do-nut
its clear when
love appear to begin
with a kiss while my skirt is down
crave to be flirting today
and behave in a certain way
fiction with a sprinkle of fact
no wrinkle in my act
this one boy was hoping for lace
but like a broken vase
thoughts went to pieces tore up
like REECES peanut butter cups
in the hood with phat pie
that would satisfy
many if I lift my skirt
sniff perfume while I flirt
never an excuse for the clever use
of my imagination haters come with loose
fragmentation and blow up my do-nut
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