Black Poetry : She was a CHINESE GIRLone grab the wine the worldis a ghetto she wear pearlshe say let go, boys try hurlher panties made of silkhe has candies in

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in her mind and her coochee
was hot a lot and really juicy.
his math today
is like a pathway
a girl needs a map
to proceed in this crap
got a pack of luck
and like an aqueduct
love direct the waters
in her thing conscious daughters
know that, oh he just stuck his hand
under her dress HE SAID: girl you got

 

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under her dress HE SAID: girl you got
sweaty yellow thighs
he's ready mellow pies
the lips on her thing so phat
make him wanna sing all that
he do brag and lie
about his dew rag being fly
and that just magnify
his love talk a lot
take a girl fast to the room
now hear a crash and boom
oh, he really got some to the tune

 

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oh, he really got some to the tune.
of LA LA I LOVE YOU by the Delphonics
and that is pie and ironic
write it quick
and like psychic conflict
it's a mental state
esssential for cake
she's a class queen hate goons
and like gasoline fumes
she can blow up
but boys want her donut
boys come strong with bling in their sight