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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and there boys be in love.
this be HIP HOP
and like a ski shop
it ski down hill
she's brown and ill
fill a boy's cup with wine
her round butt is fine
her queen thinking
seem to be shrinking
and this boy is winking
his eyes, stuff got many tripping
and like skinny dipping

 

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and like skinny dipping
dive in a pool
then drive to school
quick luck struck his mind
and like a pickup truck time
to spin off
he begin with soft
words and a cough
tried to then toss
her panties through
the sunroof then do
some stuff

 

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some stuff
backseat will be in bits and pieces
the urge to hit it increases
oh he just sucked her tongue
she couldn't duck he's sprung
oh his luck started to expand
he just stuck his hand
under her dress and plan
to get some it's in demand
oh, she just started to moan and groan
SHE SAID: oh, this is all real
and like a small meal

 

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and like a small meal
it's a snack
with legit facts
oh in a girl's ear he's hurling potions
and like swerling oceans
she could end up a mermaide
it's sex and luck she's afraid
oh wet panties and silk bra
brings milk to the car
her math sways
like pathways
after a bath plays