Black Poetry : she was PHILLIPINE CHICK fine oh a boy talked and rap and she walked into a trap he stalked her thighs gap oh he want pies perhap she's got butt g

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and calling the club
for a reseravations yall
but hesitation could call
this whole thing off
a kiss cold could bring soft
talk to her home
so she rather be alone
his voice has shown marriage
and like a horse drawn carriage
they can trot to the alter
in a marriage he may falter
he prevails with a code at the bar

 

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he prevail with a code at the bar
and like a railroad car
he's down the track going
choo-choo not even knowing
when to stop, hot paraphalia
is like crop failure
a famine on the rise
an exreme fighter
is like a screenwriter
go to battle with words
and rattle heads with verbs

 

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and rattle heads with verbs
oh he just stuck his hands
under her skirt with plans
to get in bed
her lips a wet red
she started to moan and groan
it too late to go home
this boy wants her cake alone
oh, SHE SAID: oh, she said stop that
HE SAID: aw girl it's hot and phat
let's go to JARED
and get married

 

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and get married
SHE SAID: I don't think so
she knows her coochee is pink though
and this boy on the brink of a flow
oh, the truth can alarm
and like the roof of a barn
it could fall in on horses
oh, a girl hears the call of voices
oh, a girl pie crust is hot
and a boy must not
try school her a lot
she tells them to stop

 

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she tells them to stop
oh, a boy kiss a girl's lips
and then unzip and try flip
her pancakes like IHOP
his plan great but she try stop
him, HE SAY: aw girl give me some
oh, she lives above the rim and not dumb
oh, a boy flow swell with quotes
and this stuff can propel boats
when they float on water and not
drown, boys want it on the spot
oh, a girl has to duck