Black Poetry : Here I am back online in contact with whack rhymes got facts On my mind, quick to wear a mask this s

Here I am back online in contact with whack rhymes got facts
On my mind, quick to wear a mask this stuff stick fast and attack
Like crazy glue, make my road straight get with girls get a load
Of cake, oceans of emotion starting to intensify can’ identify code
The fact you got nice lips need advice and trips to the bedroom
“so boo oh lets do some talking you got breasts that clever
And I’m ready to address a letter using candies and stamps forever
Your panties are damp I wanna camp out at your crib baby boo, you
Run me crazy with your stew, hips all round lips all brown and true
Ready to fall down town and lick through juice, MAKE YOU FEEL
BRAND NEW like the STYLISTICS so boo you know the deal
Your sex appeal complex and revealed confused next wanna kneel
And beg for some, and title this I FOUNDED LOVE ON A TWO
WAY STREET, by the MOMENTS, admitting you smoking boo
Written or spoken I’m hoping you keep your mind open for a true
Date but who cake is it now?” “HA! HA! You don’ t know do you
Boo? Not gonna tell you, to be sincere I persevere in affairs so why
You here with bling trying to get near my thing right now its wet pie
You get to fly with wings if I lie on bed spring wanna go crazy on it
Dog gone it, because I have great esteem plus cake and cream home abit
Too much one true touch could lead to stuff I won’t discuss so I must
Escape this crap some fake rap can get cake trapped between trust
And a sexual thrust and broken headboards will occur through lust
I think you wanna feast on my pies and increase the size of my love
I’m a dame that flirt my body is framework your aim is to jerk off
My skirt so I’m alert because I think you really want some soft
Pudding and pie, couldn’t lie about being a slick chick but not false

 

Pudding and pie, couldn’t lie about being a slick chick but not false
Amazed at the fire and friction body heat raised to a higher position
I’m a strong honey on the money like BENJAMIN FRANKLIN tradition
Cum with a hot fly story try occupy my territory while in the backseat
Of your car kissing and reminiscing and stuff in other words smooching
While my butter absurd and loosening, you can beg but no mooching
Advance my love to romance in the club a chance for a thug to try
And get some because I got a wet one too hot to trot but fly
Walk can’t give my foot a rest being put to the test for my cherry
Pie and every lie brings us closer to the bed, text on my BLACK BERRY
And crack every code concerning love be burning in the club because
The roof is on fire they can’t put it out I be shook no doubt then pause
Because the DJ is scratching music it be CHRISTMAS like SANTA CLAUS
My profession advanced started having sessions in romance aggression gives
You chance to kiss my lips and get brisk drips of sweetness our affair lives
On, you see cake wanna grab it should break the habit love talk is great
In a tablet so jot down some words my breast are great you can’t hesitate
On the begging, my body is chocolate like a phat Hershey and at the mercy
Of your tongue you get hardcore sprung jest watching it singing like PERCY
SLEDGE “When A Man Loves A Woman” got class and pride that I can’t
Cast aside and your task is to slide up in the skins I can really paint
A picture of that, a girl live each day to give away kisses to boys
Which are true toys in bed, because they play around and destroys
A girl’s trust and her world is thrust in a sink hole” “oh what? Naw
Boo that law not true