Black Poetry : John when in high school try rule had friends close as two Coats of paint founded dope make folks fa

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John when in high school try rule had friends close as two
Coats of paint founded dope make folks faint he need true
Friends to warn him of strangers and dangers they both can kill
He’s equip with words, scripts and verbs that will fill
Papers and build skyscrapers his facts great and huge will
Activate fuse that’ll explode a charge his road is large from
The streets to the garage so shine his ride and drink some rum
He’s mad convinced that his car add strength to getting a date
His mind no doubt swells hard to get him out his shell no escape
From shame can’t play the dumb game and come as a no name fake
Go for a ride and provide whatever it takes for days and never
Late for a date always on time got a strong mind when on endeavors
Word in December is that he served as a member of the player’s
Club, ballistic acts involve statistics and facts even to dragon slayers
It’s EXCALIBUR in AMERICA being MERLIN in life is hurling
A knife, his bling is sterling silver nice around his neck while twirling
His bandanna in the wind, he can be founded on the street dancing to
A renowned beat this cool behavior will rule in favor of romancing true
To HIP HOP, plays golf on Wednesday for the higher good and like
TIGER WOOD he wins and begins to spend time at the bar much hype
Look John having fun just grabbing hons met a girl name Jane
He used the right lines oh yes having quite a time so he came
To ignite her mind with love talk the beach be more than just
Seashore, so what seem to be a dream is extreme reality must
Deal with this “look boo love is a task that’s bright saw you in
The club last night was that your man? Did he have a phat plan when
Yall met? So boo wanna get to know you I insist on a kiss and then
We could date you got good cake I would take you to dinner anytime
Buy plenty wine show you many signs as our lips and heart intertwine
A player at the club I wanna put a layer of love on your body and party
I support hope right now in a sports coat and necktie ready for Bacardi
Want to wreck pie; boo you know how we do Back to the Future like Marty
Mcfly, gonna go licking crazy on your chicken and gravy try scatter your
Batter like what’s the matter? Up the ladder and can’t come down girl more
To come ready to pour rum can’t ignore some of the comments, but boo
You very cute I always carry a suit in case I have to dress up and be fly
 
You very cute I always carry a suit in case I have to dress up and be true
Let me play around while you lay down and surrender that tender cake
Sweaty and ready to take part and make a start got with a strong great
Kiss got long straight list of things to do while your lips cling true to
Mine, shock an alarmed how one kiss could be a shot in the arm a few
Of those could perk up my game while you twerk for fame love you boo
My words are true and I urge you to kiss my lips on the verge of getting
Serious, my eyes made to charm but you a babe in my arms jest letting
Me kiss your lips, wanna open your door while hoping galore that we
Fall on the bed, lips all red, sweaty pledge ready to beg now on one knee
body fun brown and nice made my head spun around twice now dizzy
boo you a wet soft queen,you get to scream and let off steam be busy
I bet you can toss mean kisses at my lips and your body stats grips the seams
Of my mind girl you fine the deft, you got bizarre hips we can take car trips
and be on dubs listening to HIP HOP kissing a lot, wow my pants just ripped
love all type of girls but like squirrels sometimes I’m chased away but
I want lace today or I’m going nuts, knowing whats up I’m King Tut
Pursue food with a new attitude boo this prove I love you girl for
Real, touch waistlines and search to taste wines be a world star
Seek love speak in clubs and wait for sweet hugs I get at bars
Got chrome hummer boo need your phone number tonight’s math
Got me on a flight path to land somewhere in your bedroom the wrath
Of sex, get props that fly just to occupy this seat ready to kiss a sweet
Never miss a beat with my love talk wow slip down twist my feet
So boo lets go reminisce at my suite

SHE SAID NAW PLAYER:

I wear perfume bold and you wanna assume the role of being my
Boyfriend the heart of a thug is like a spark plug fired up and fry
Like chicken you wanna try licking my lips and stuff, you want
Cake to pull in bed so you full my head with misled love talk don’t
Do that my pies could spill and your eyes filled to romantic satisfaction

Thrilled like Janet Jackson “Its All Right With Me” not a fatal attraction
 
Thrilled like Janet Jackson “its All Right with Me” not a fatal attraction
This dame sweet and wet but your brain streaked with sweat and your feet
Are yet to wear Timberlands, you want complex pies and sex is a wise unique
Exercise bed sheets flex and ties you down, get props for soft breasts being hot
Off the press like newspapers, boys jest go crazy thinking see their plot
Is to get some, boys live in soft sheets when a girl’s body gives off heat
Bedsprings break her thing is jest cake she’s kissed from head to feet
Want to pop in a CD cling to the musical and bring the usual which
Is good luck and this should up your status because you really itch
To get some out of bold passion maybe old fashion marked by love
Extended meaning art in the club frequently rolling up to the club
Your brim recently stolen by a thug, so you out to score with a girl
On the internet you wanna post frequent and your most recent hurl
Through my mind had to have true wine to wash it down it was a whirl
Wind and you want me to be your girlfriend and this cause my candy curls
To flop, I think you wanna be hot and heavy in a drop top Chevy pearls
On the dash getting with girls fast look I’m shook tonight ready to book
A flight to the crazy Bahamas jest thinking about baby momma drama hooked
On phonics and HIP HOP this grip a lot of my mind, panties hot pink as boys
Drop ink in love letters in a conversation juiced while a sensation annoys
Me produced by love you have no excuse to rub my thighs jest wanna grub
On my pies oh my how love time flies and blind the skies of reality could rub
A girl the wrong way, well it is what it is a crave for sex have to save the kotex
Think you wanna deliver a kiss make my cake shiver from this my wet river
Brisk with streams and creams and boys dream stuff that’ll make a girl quiver
Best use wild protection can catch a mild infection hormones blow up like
Holes in a donut so softly boys want my coffee in bizarre cups that’s spiked
With rum at STARBUCKS, you hot and sprung but not your lungs you need
Them to sniff my perfume wanna lift my skirt in the bedroom and then feed
My body wow my mind pure and need to find a cure end up blind for sure
Walking down this path a kiss become math need mad luck to add up and tour
This road, no doubt oceans without emotions on route for potions of love one

Stout hug could cause a landslide but I do plan to ride in your drop top for fun
 

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