Black Poetry : Search for whiskey is much too risky so he drink wine and

Search for whiskey is much too risky so he drink wine and
toast bubbly and host those that teach him how to dougie plan
is to stable his charm and dangerous mean able to cause harm
so pause there's an alarm, “you brown boo let me wrap my arms
around you and go to sleep the juice flow deep, these drastic
lyrical made of plastic material and a cup of clay dang basket
of goodies live for cake boo and this give shape to my goal
“SO LOVE in the mind of boys which are divine toys for girls hold
the pickles they toss bold nickels to try for a date and cry for cake
a lie is a mistake we Give You a Taste of Your Own Medicine awake
to talk with ELLIE MAY it's a romantic ladder but like organic matter
love can decay, so I stay away from bad relationships it could shatter
girl's heart so I'm at AJ GATORS and my skirt is down and flirt around
with boys loco with hype and this is a prototype in VIRGINIA BEACH down
with the birthday party had on a mini-skirt and that done plenty work
on these boy's mind for real I try think while they buy me drinks my skirt
is down alert with a kiss and a twerk really exist dang he'll be piss if I turn
him down learn to crown a queen in this town boys lean on love talk to burn
a girl's ear and her world will appear easy to penetrate and then into cake
“OK BOO this not JURRASIC PARK but what a classic after dark we can make
a love film that'll be above the rim you a Black Soul Sista” “RIGHT the smell
of my pies are fine but you tell lies all the time make my body fry well
like it's stir fried my hands were tied couldn't scratch my back and still
dispatch facts doe oh a Black Soul Sista go through a lot in VIRGINIA
BEACH and my panties stay wet so play on playette and love send ya
well I be at home on the telephone and well known for the love talk
my task bloom in classrooms use fast perfume to attract them and walk
around and flirt possibly in a brown skirt” “OK BOO the teachers has
features like you a round butt from the ground up go to town strut, jazz
plays on the radio, care about the news and who share my views can
stare at crews and know what they're thinking so really the blues demand
music like BB KING “The Thrill is Gone”

 

music like BB KING “The Thrill is Gone” so I get sweaty fast like THE MAN
TEDDY PENDERGRASS so lets jest “Turn Out the Lights” boo and hold hands
now we at AJ GATORS and we stay away from haters, shout at this point
a kiss can anoint her body make her a hottie about to jump in bed finger joint
pop, “NAW PLAYER SHE SAID: I stunt in town while boys hunt around for chicks
I be black and see exact you wanna fill my hole after some thrill and bold sick
love talk and on the rug walk soft and carry a big stick PROVIDENCE ROAD out-
front went to the club and one boy wanted to invent love like TREY SONGZ shout
the “Neighbors Know my Name” on KEMPSVILLE RD this is a mad trend my mind had
been lost now plenty alert in a mini-skirt do I have any flirt left? No fake design or fad
oh my panties are wet this boy try for pie no lie oh he wanna go to the car but no
not leaving the bar today and home not far away I'm a sweetheart and street smart oh
he really want some