Black Poetry : there are haters on elevators trying to reach to top floor knock at my door but they locked out in s

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there are haters on elevators trying to reach to top floor knock at
my door but they locked out in shock so no doubt plot not phat
try be nice but it's a high price but to make corrections in schools
need a selection of tools, money is expected a dummy just fuels
the outcome and no doubt some at a lost with stats tossed crazy
to the side peek in matters and seek data to add to phrases lazy
words don't get it they; sound pathetic convince this is an emergency
need sex and a kiss at my house or home aroused by phone sense of urgency
exist, like fiyah got a hot brain need higher octane so I'm at the gas pump
talking fast junk see a chick with class and a round rump so HA! HA! FUNK
AT WAWA in VIRGINIA BEACH a BLACK SOUL SISTA just any chump
can't rap to her got class and strut butt this coffee be my last cup, this deal
bring a kiss for real can twist a wheelchair reveal and aware boys kneel
to her through WAWA double doors trouble galore but the love don't stop
my groove in town is to move around in a drop top and my plot is hot
she hot like the teapot and her g-spot is there and I'm aware of that plot
got wits and prefab crews have to duck myths and taboos bunch of slop
like burning coals I'm learning to hold a conversation and stay on top
now see a girl that would be the world for me, she's wearing earrings
she probably hear things search her room and clutch the perfume cling
to her purse and thirst for boyfriend, she have legit breast I bet she sit
at a desk with an ink pen and her thing pink within now she think a bit
about men, fear for days as she hear the phrase" “I LOVE you from boys
not a winner yet on the internet but dinner can get strange and toys
with taste buds get lace in the clubs from girls, come to twirl candy
curls, disaster spells doom this afternoon in favor of rum or brandy
lost tonight in an absurd way don't know the right words to say handy
with vocab but no lab to add a phrase spent mad days in search then gave
her a boss stare want to use her software to get a wet date starting to crave
bold and collect wisdom with a control mechanism got a globe that I twirl around
probe the world and find ground and girl you divine and brown can't frown
on that” “NAW PLAYER we at the WAWA oh fa la la and a jar of love we can
do this if you give me true kiss in the bar or club I'm black and exact understand
the act of sex, so I'm urged to act while your words attack my body curves smack
boys attack and toys with brains then they act like they on crack now a Cadillac
rolls up, my thing pink haven't shown lace think he owns the place, but this
boy try for pie on a sly have to be aware what's happening down there, brisk
cream flow that boys dream about and they scream and shout come to sex
live in solemn fears because so many volunteers wink my eyes galore next
think therefore I am a sexy girl, get by with wet pie make ends meet this cake
men seek and at the end of the week I may have to hide before its too late
my cake is true and I make do with plenty flirts in a mini-skirt any jerk
can go try but no pie, oh a BLACK SOUL SISTA go through a lot being alert
here in VIRGINIA BEACH and my skirt is down and boys work around that
lust rise as boys begin to trust my pies they're industrialize like nations at
the helms of progress, to have peace is wise but hate decrease the size
of physical progress and my lyrical express that, my breasts and stats
turn boys hat they be concern about my doormat so haters take off your hat
or tilt them now this BLACK HIPHOP in VIRGINIA BEACH things
swell at home get the cell phone make legit calls quick hit a ball bang
with a stick
 
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I'm a hot creator
and not a hater
stop being a debater
lots of them on elevators
try reach the tip top
then lie about HIP HOP
knock at my kitchen door
in shock itching galore
best to jest mop the floor
defiant script tossed
like a giant can of lipgloss
when; I see precision
I try be in collision
with facts in a dimension
and they attract attention
love is asking a price
and tasking my life
need lasting advice
make corrections in schools/
with a selection of tools,
money is expected
a dummy could wreck it
have a dim outcome
no doubt some
at a lost
with stats tossed
remember I saw a true chick
her black beauty threw a brick
at my my emotions
my body rose like oceans
gee had waves in my brain
really started to carve for the dame
body in a particular state
wanted quicker cake
juice inside her thing thicker that's great
“so boo I wanna date no debate”
like KELLOGS CORNFLAKES you're great
my emotions in turmoil
use lotions of concern to oil
your black thighs
your legs attract guys
let my tongue attack your pies
words and nouns don't get it
they; sound pathetic
convince this is an emergency
a sense of urgency /
at my house or home
aroused by phone
like fiyah got a hot brain
need higher octane
so I'm at the gas pump //
talking fast junk
see a chick with class and a round rump
so HA! HA! FUNK
AT WAWA slam dunked
in VIRGINIA BEACH a BLACK SOUL SISTA just any chump
can't rap to her
I got a map and prefer
a date with cake attached
wrote a letter of love and dispatched
she got class and strut butt
this coffee be my last cup,
this deal brings a kiss
for real my bling can twist
a wheelchair
revealed and aware
boys may kneel her
her body soft like a feel of fur
through WAWA double doors
fa la la trouble galore
but the love don't stop
my groove in town
is to move around
in a drop top
and my plot is hot
 
with a stick, boys drink gin and feast but need a thin piece of love slang
down their throat to make renown and dope so they can cope with love
talk so in the club I walk and strut butt keep my luck up it fly like a dove
and my pie can get rubbed, so I chill for a minute boys sio thrill to get up
in it, yeah and it don't stop I won't hop in your drop top for that reason shucks
it's phat season for cake, I've had rusty clowns from dusty town come with
musky nouns for my eardrums I become fearsome and leave they talk swift”
'SO LOOK BOO my facts are good and they not back-wood and your sex
snack could brighten up my day I fighting to stay calm and really a text
can tell it all boo, this is a drastic potion like plastics in the oceans it kill
whales and thrill females and fill pales like JACK AND JILL facts build
and fall down a hill when they try for pie, girl you got sweet breasts I chill
and keep the best for myself, step to; jive and kept alive when I try duck
chumps and corrupt junk but need luck and funk to do that boo you stuck
because your menu for me and I continue to be asking about that boyfriend
you kept quiet about,, you a queen on fire with a keen desire to begin
affairs and learn on a date and be concern about your cake and then
fly to mars with guys in cars have a TOTAL RECALL and win
at the love game in the club fame will come to you boo, now girl
I pledged all week now on the edge of my seat, enough love in the world
for me and you now you see boo we belong together whatever seem to hurl
the weather
 

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