Black Poetry : she was a PUERTO RICAN chick by name and her freaking body quick to flame one boy spill hot beer it's still not clear whether he gonna drink it or not

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she was a PUERTO RICAN chick by name
and her freaking body quick to flame
one boy spill hot beer
it's still not clear
whether he gonna drink
it or not she must think
about this
no doubt a kiss
can change things
while he wears strange bling
he's rapping romance
just happen by chance

 

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just happen by chance
teachers are magic
but this tale features a tragic
HE SAID: oh, his thoughts hot
but he ought not
spill them in her ear
his math these days
get spill over pathways
the numbers don't add up
are hummers bad luck?
his chance is yet to occur
try not to upset her

 

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try not to upset her
SHE SAID: parades have powers
and like a cascade of flowers
they bloom in a girl's bedroom
while her head is tuned
to a CD putting on perfume
she knows SPANISH and speak
then vanish in the street
HE SAID: so, boo he need time
to proceed online"
"naw player love seeds her mind
applied friction

 

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applied friction
in a specified position
in an ordered list
this stuff even slaughtered fish
now girl you be cute
and like a tree root
her booty spread
just a cutie with red
lipstick ready for bed
SHE SAID: ride in a hummer
with a specified number
of boys in town

 

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of boys in town
they wanna toy around
and ask for some they down
with HIPHOP a lot it be sound
she embrace fact
and like a racetrack
they built for cars
but she feels guilt at bars
because boys want to talk love
even when she walks in a club
she guess booty hypnotize
from a cutie lip wise