Black Poetry : My dress is down so you can't mess around my nipple renowned I'm a BLACK SOUL SISTA my skin a dark color body parts buttered with kisses one boy utter

rhymebad

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My dress is down
so, you can't mess around
my nipple renowned
I'm a BLACK SOUL SISTA
my skin a dark color
body parts buttered
with kisses one boy uttered
in my ear that he love me
oh, dear I go to the club and he
walk by and try talk fly gee
I ignore him act like I don't see
his plan or anything
he wear plenty bling”
“AW BOO forget him
girl don't let them
boys lead you on
make you proceed wrong
be dressed nowhere to go
got breast down there flow
juice in the car
when they loose your bra
give me a kiss
we live and reminisce
this is BLACK HIP HOP
it attack and rip shop
right here in VIRGINIA BEACH
and from KENYA REACH
folks with quotes and teach
the study on MANDELLA is mandatory
but boo this is a CINDERELLA story
so, I'm jumping in a pumpkin
eating chicken and dumpling
girl you make me go loco and wild
so, I keep a low profile
so, nobody know my style
eat and drink red wine
and must meet the deadline
so let me kiss your lips
I may miss and slip
and fall in love
and be all in the club
tonguing you boo
these are instructions
not the keys to corruption
wanna claim your pie
then aim for the sky”
“NAW PLAYER, you want true sex
don't know what to do next
you alive like stats in religion
I have to arrive at a decision
false jive fly like pigeons
so, I'm in school misled
trying to keep a cool head
while in an English class
with a wild distinguish past
using words
and amusing with words
losing herds
of boyfriends
so, in good heart
a boy from the hood start
to rap he has brisk charm
but may have to twist my arm
for a cake date I have homework
his word hit strong my dome perk
in school roam in a mini skirt
bra and panties that's plenty work
for boys, I strut and throw butt
boys want my donut
my panties about to blow up
they real wet and soaked
boys get to hope
they ask I say nope
the teacher teach
and feature a speech
chalk jest fly across the room
I walk wearing boss perfume
when the teacher not looking
my body hot and cooking
boy says I got boss pies
oh, I jest cross my thighs
I got butt and strut fast
but can't cut class
oh, me and this boy desk close
my breast maybe toast
before this here ends
adore the kiss, and winds
of sex, it all depends
on my sex hormones jumpy
HIP HOP tones funky
the teacher she teach in the room
and reach for the moon
with hot knowledge
and not garbage
leave that on the street
so, we party bold forever
leave body and soul together
She's a BLACK SOUL SISTA
a chick with true pie
but a few bricks shy
of a load, the trick is to try
catch a boy's eye and he deny
he's in love
try be my boyfriend thug
but I duck that
won't be stuck at
dating and celebrating
 

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