Black Poetry : She start to fear fast And like clear glass She wears a see through gown Boys be true and down Mess around and ask for some Oh she be lost for words A

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as the static unfold
And like a dramatic role
She have to act it out
As boys attack her route
And try to trap her
Lots of rap occur
A map she prefers
Because his bling is legit
And like a spring outfit
He wears short pants
And all sort of romance
Is founded in bed

 

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Is founded in bed
While her lips renown and red
Can hear the sound of a sled
SANTA’S early boys wanna toy
He come with boss lyrics
And like soft materials
Inside a mattress
He ride to her address
And like an actress
She may be on stage
Wanna go cahoots
And puss n boots