Black Poetry : she was a BROWN SOUL SISTA and boys do bold whispers to her eardrum her kissers are red, she travel from one place to another and her panties are lac

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she was a BROWN SOUL SISTA
and boys do bold whispers
to her eardrum her kissers
are red,
she travel from one place to another
and her panties are laced with butter
when boys ask for some they stutter
nice online is the best
and like a lifetime of stress
it's best to rest have a headache
boys wanna go to bed for cake
really have enough bread on his plate

 

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really have enough bread on his plate
she in a mini-skirt,bra and panties
one boy pride is stony
and like a ride on a pony
it trot with a run away plot
oh she had to say a lot
oh flow great
and donate
a verse for their thirst
flow a whole bunch
but where to go for lunch
got a hunch

 

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got a hunch
Maybe BURGER KING?
shook and deft
and like a bookshelf
got dusty dhapters
from dealing with rusty rappers
she's flirting a lot
and in this certain spot
this is a stable flow
and like a cable show
this is a perfect venue
for his menu and then to

 

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for his menu and then to
not proceed the wind blew
all of a sudden
hey yall her dress was unbutton
her scripts are static in here
and like a diplomatic career
she study how to duck boys
these facts and scriptures
are like a stack of pictures
they like a slideshow
got pride in her flow
a kiss and a wet start

 

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a kiss and a wet start
and set apart
for some reason
she's smart with pies
and like art supplies
she has brushes and pencils
and at home kitchen utensils
she walks about with renown breasts
and like out-of-town guests
boys sightsee and want the best
so tonight, she flee to the club
and there boys be in love