Black Poetry : she was a BROWN SOUL SISTA looking for a renown bold mister oh her panties are hot a lot and boys run around and plot when they try girls say stop bu

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oh, she says he was going crazy
yelling oh baby boo
oh, girl he's crazy about you
and she have coochee gravy not stew
so, boo don't move your thing like that
make him break the headboards
oh, a boy all witty with stats
and like a small kitty cat
it doesn't weigh much
but boys stay in touch
they chase want to clutch
her waist

 

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her waist
and prefer to taste
her milk chocolate love
oh, a boy with a tall choice
is like a fall off a horse
oh, he could bump his head
then talk junk in the bed
then try pump it, her lips red
oh, a girl's coochee is hotter flame
oh, and like popular fame
she gets a standing ovation
while demanding a vacation

 

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while demanding a vacation
oh, a buttered flirt in HIP HOP
is like a cluttered workshop
it's hard to find the right tool
learn a lot in night school
so she start with rhe right rule
that is kiss a boy's lips and run
let his mind trip some that's fun
being considered bless
is like a littered desk
can't find paperwork
online vapor perk

 

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online vapor perk
in her panties be alert
before boys insert
some love talks in her eardrum
she flirts but now fear some
oh, phone admirers
are like home buyers
show guests the bedroom
and get their head tuned
to sex today
in a complex way
oh, boys want pie expedient

 

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oh boys want pie expedient
and like a dry ingredient
and a girl's breasts be
the recipe
but if he miss a step
he may need a kiss for help
oh mistake one girl for another
but they both have cake and butter
when their dress is up
and breasts been sucked
so, unless she ducks
it's best to end up