Black Poetry : she was a BROWN SOUL SISTA beauty and boys stay around this cutie she has bold things to consider and like a gold ring she glitters she's a brown cuti

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she was a BROWN SOUL SISTA beauty
and boys stay around this cutie
she has bold things to consider
and like a gold ring she glitters
she's a brown cutie
and has a round booty
when she walks her butt strut
boys want her to give it up
she don't want to be stuck
in bed, but that's her luck
one kiss can explode
and bring sex by the load

 

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and bring sex by the load
now her panties are sweaty and wet
and boys are ready to try and get
some but she duck her head
or end up stuck in bed
this is a spicy blend
and like icy wind
it's cold going to the ski lodge
this situation be large
so, it's time to duck
her rhymes are stuck
between the sheets

 

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between the sheets
like the ISLEY BROTHERS
her thing is spicy butters
come to love letters he's superior in ink
and like exterior paint
it's shows up
and his flow is corrupt
but no luck
on finding a date
reminding him that cake
is on the top of the list
cream of the crop so reminisce

 

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cream of the crop so reminisce
she's in the hood with finesse
wearing a good dress
for a party
she got a bizaar body
jump in the car go to HARDEE
after a sip of barcadee
in books are chapters
that has shook rappers
she's wearing a silk dress
she has milk in her breasts
she's built to be the best

 

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she's built to be the best
she may need help flirting
her butt kept on working
and boys be looking at that
oh he just stuck his hand
under her dress just can
goods pink cookies in a silk
bag, oh she started to MOAN AND GROAN
she knows a boy do all that home alone
is where she should be sex has a tone
SHE SAID: oh, a girl in an affair kissing
but can't bear to listen