Black Poetry : She was a BROWN SOUL SISTA sweet oh she' phat and hot and boy wanna stop at that spot and try rap, but she won't budge like a jammed door she love fud

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She was a BROWN SOUL SISTA sweet
oh she' phat and hot
and boy wanna stop at that spot
and try rap, but she won't budge
like a jammed door she love fudge
sicles, any way she's in a mini-skirt
bra and panties but she's plenty alert
HIP HOP desire writers
and like firefighters
try put out the flame
HE SAID: what's your name
girl? SHE SAID: MARY JANE

 

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girl? SHE SAID: MARY JANE
his menu is brisk
and continue to exist
his words like a plane
they hang from his brain
stay around and wait
hey he want some brown cake
on the street sometime
she speak her mind
boys think she's sweet and fine
and throw some love talk her way
and want some she says no not today

 

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and want some she says no not today
stand at the bar
with a plan bazaar
but understand the car
in the right place for a kiss
or two and then try reminisce
it's humbling and hot
but could be a stumbling block
her world crumbling on the spot
she's grumbling boys do not
take her for granted
there's cake on this planet

 

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there's cake on this planet.
have to make a romantic
approach to get some
love talk treasure he use it
with a measure of music
oh, he thirsts for TIMS
but the first hymn
is a church song
wow too much going on
she had a boss walk in the bar
and now they talk and sit in the car
he's a master and bold

 

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he's a master and bold
and like a casserole
he's out the oven
onroute to loving
this girl in the car
oh he just loose her bra
as the music play fa-la-la
oh gosh she was so hot down there
and juice around everywhere
oh, she wanna leave this place
but he squeezed her waist
oh, girl you please my taste