Black Poetry : she was a BLACK SOUL SISTA and finestrut butt blister boys mindshe walks on dray landtalks have pie for a manshe don't abide by their planthere h

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she was a BLACK SOUL SISTA and fine
strut butt blister boys' mind
she walks on dry land
talks have pie for a man
she don't abide by their plan
these here rhymes are like seals
they come ashore to breed and deals
with muddy sand on the beach
a boy's plan is to reach
her panties by just rapping
so, she must be mapping
her escape so boys be trapping

 

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her escape so boys be trapping
chicks that strut butt and say
"boo hold up wanna holler today
boys go home mad
and use a phone pad
to jot down numbers
and ride around in hummers
he has lyrics with class
like a period in the past
a kiss do exist
so, boo true this
he's alert with fact