Black Poetry : she was a BLACK SOUL SISTA got a load of nickels now in a road vehicle oh boys in line for a kiss and wine headed to the club have a collision with af

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she was a BLACK SOUL SISTA
got a load of nickels
now in a road vehicle
oh boys in line
for a kiss and wine
headed to the club
have a collision with affection right
on television election night
pathetic looking for love
a number of folks
own hummers and boats
use lumber to build hopes

 

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use lumber to build hopes
oh, she has a round butt
from the ground up
one boy rap faded
but never dilapidated
and he perhaps hated
for wearing bling around
oh, this boy wanted quick pie
as the time just tick by
he had a trick to try
and get some coochee
her thing wet and plumb juicy

 

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her thing wet and plumb juicy.
oh, he just stuck his hand
under her skirt and demand
some she didn't know all this could happen
after some good brisk rapping
hips a part of her body
her red lips can start a party
location in WALMART or HARDEE
on PRINCESS ANNE ROAD lotty
dotty, a bra, minnie skirt hottie
he said she was a sweet dish
gave her a freak kiss

 

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gave her a freak kiss
she can't sweep this
under the rug
now she wonder in the club
what's his next move
will it be sex to prove
his love? or a gift that's bless
while he lifts her dress
oh, a boy so swift to test
a girl's lips and breasts
it starts at home
when she uses a smartphone

 

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when she use a smartphone
to call a boy on an invite
he come ove to spend the night
he's out to win with quote
this can end in smoke
but he begin to hope
for a chick quick and spoke
to one about going home
he's knowing alone
is not the way to be
he passes through towns
and see true round