SHE SAID:
wanted to invent love so i went to the club to have a jive affair
have to strive to compare this to life, it's lively but like and air
of mystery it was cheerful, saw his boy had his shirt tucked and
my mini-skirt perked up things, he wore sincere bling and his plan
is to make me hear things the beer clings to tongues as we sip
with our lips, i got class and sweet and just last week a boy grip
my waist and tried to flip my lace oh gosh he wanted some had to
pushy him away been around the world as a brown girl that's how we do
the DJ he play hits and stay legit on the turntables scratch and mix
concerned over a love letter things turn for the better this boy had fix
his game he learned clever words to use his verbs amused me some and
out of romance he asked for a slow dance no chance to escape his hand
on my waist he plan to chase me after this, said OK but no way he's
gonna get pie but it is a wet try doe let the time fly and with these
dudes a girl have to be on her P'S AND Q'S slick talk could be a quick
walk to the backseat listening to whack beat while he's going lunatic
on it, right now see a lover recover he and his girlfriend broke up
and have to duck criticism need witty wisdom to avoid rumors and corrupt
situations folks have plenty to say but anyway this boy wanna date for
my cake it thrilled him glass fill to the brim I came with hips to bar
rooms also HE SAID :" LOOK BOO this is BLACK HIPHOP in VIRGINIA BEACH
and your hips round lips brown just flip my brain around ready to teach
stuff when i rap wise my words capsize like a ship this type script reach
shores, now boo you got sweaty brown thighs and round eyes and no boyfriend"
"WRONG HE'S at home alone I think and my pie is pink inside then enjoy the wind
when It blows under my dress thunder best describe this, my body thrill with silk
breasts filled with milk have to chill with guilt when it comes to horniness kilt
my nerves and brain words can't explain
wanted to invent love so i went to the club to have a jive affair
have to strive to compare this to life, it's lively but like and air
of mystery it was cheerful, saw his boy had his shirt tucked and
my mini-skirt perked up things, he wore sincere bling and his plan
is to make me hear things the beer clings to tongues as we sip
with our lips, i got class and sweet and just last week a boy grip
my waist and tried to flip my lace oh gosh he wanted some had to
pushy him away been around the world as a brown girl that's how we do
the DJ he play hits and stay legit on the turntables scratch and mix
concerned over a love letter things turn for the better this boy had fix
his game he learned clever words to use his verbs amused me some and
out of romance he asked for a slow dance no chance to escape his hand
on my waist he plan to chase me after this, said OK but no way he's
gonna get pie but it is a wet try doe let the time fly and with these
dudes a girl have to be on her P'S AND Q'S slick talk could be a quick
walk to the backseat listening to whack beat while he's going lunatic
on it, right now see a lover recover he and his girlfriend broke up
and have to duck criticism need witty wisdom to avoid rumors and corrupt
situations folks have plenty to say but anyway this boy wanna date for
my cake it thrilled him glass fill to the brim I came with hips to bar
rooms also HE SAID :" LOOK BOO this is BLACK HIPHOP in VIRGINIA BEACH
and your hips round lips brown just flip my brain around ready to teach
stuff when i rap wise my words capsize like a ship this type script reach
shores, now boo you got sweaty brown thighs and round eyes and no boyfriend"
"WRONG HE'S at home alone I think and my pie is pink inside then enjoy the wind
when It blows under my dress thunder best describe this, my body thrill with silk
breasts filled with milk have to chill with guilt when it comes to horniness kilt
my nerves and brain words can't explain
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