Black Poetry : She was a REDBONE a YELLOW SOUL SISTA that boys go nuts over wanna hold A conversation and be out for domination The right to persuade In knights of c

[rhymebad]

She was a REDBONE a YELLOW SOUL
SISTA that boys go nuts over wanna hold.
A conversation and be out for domination.
The right to persuade.
In knights of crusade
She writes afraid.
Of a sex parade
Boys wanna get laid.
Oh, she’s wet in swede.
Shoes drinking lactaid.
Milk for her breasts she made.
Progress in ducking boys here

 

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Progress in ducking boys here
In VIRGINIA BEACH they reach
For the panties quick to teach
A girl sex and use love talk to preach.
Some love, involved in a nation with a true kiss.
And an obligation to do this.
SHE SAID: oh, her breasts are hot.
And boys wanna test her G-SPOT
She’s blessed with a lot.
Of love that can shock
a club one boy bought drink.
And thought that her pink.

 

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And thought that her pink.
Thing belong to him on the brink.
Of sex and cake
The next great
Thing he built a trap.
Felt guilt by rap.
Girl come sit in his lap.
OK but we only gonna talk.
Or she’s gonna wanna walk.
Away and go home.
Today his flow strong
She’s in a bra, mini skirt.

 

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She’s in a bra, mini skirt
And panties boy plenty alert
When candies do exist
Some true sex and a kiss
Could set off
Some wet soft
Kisses that’s boss
Aw girl you got yellow
Sweaty thighs and a mellow
Coochee so juicy so hello
To a new affair
You got true hairs.

 

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You got true hairs
Around your thing
Oh he soar wearing thing
Oh she’s so hot down there
Juice around everywhere
Aw girl just gonna stick in a little
Bit at first
To help your phat thirst
There’s a need to drink.
Then proceed to the sink.
Aw girl you got some sweaty thighs.
And he’s ready for lemon pies.