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Poetry

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Poetry

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[Verse 1: Los]

She burst in my door and open her trench up,

What was underneath was, all black, and French cut she,

Snatched me by my tie and said, I don't want to hear no shit,

Boots to her thighs like a, sexy super hero bitch she,

Took me by the hand and started, feelin' her breasts and she,

Pushed me on the couch and put her, heel in my chest I,

Unzipping her boots her red toes like candy paint

Knowing she got a man but understanding I'm the man he ain't

I grabbed her by her fucking neck choked her out cuffed her ass

She need to let that sucker go he fuck her slow and cum to fast

Me I put a hit out on that pussy like a mob tie

Than we fuckin till the batteries inside the clocks die

My 6 pack, and my back mean

Lift her on the wall and make a movie she get flat screened

I turnt her to the back and grabbed a fist full of her hair,

I kissed her on the neck and whispered this up in her ear

[Hook: Los]

I said I know you got a man but that nigga ain't as cold as me

She said you got a girl but that bitch can't drop it low as me

All I do is tell her yes (tell her yes) flowetry

That pussy make a nigga wanna snap, poetry haha

Poetry, yea she got that poetry

That pussy get to talkin' to me than it take a hold of me

So all I do is tell her yes (tell her yes) flowetry

That pussy make a nigga wanna snap, poetry

[Verse 2: Los]

Ugh, she's the most dynamic human being her,

Rare beauty confuses with being human means,

Her consistent repetition of purpose leaves me fascinated

She's the definition of perfect, exaggerated

Exclamations and so forth we

Execute exhibitions with no hesitations we go forth our,

Souls lost behind the toast of a wine glass

So desert that nigga and come be my dessert with yo fine ass

The things we bout to do they couldn't show you on the cable box

Whip cream on your body with yo body on my table top

Ain't nothing could make me stop this is my unwritten law

I'm gon beat it up until the neighbors knock and pictures fall

Leave them curtains open just incase they love watching,

This episode of me holding you love hostage,

Blind folded, rope hands

I keep you fiending for this pipe jus call me dope man

[Hook: Los]

I said I know you got a man but that nigga ain't as cold as me

She said you got a girl but that bitch can't drop it low as me

All I do is tell her yes (tell her yes) flowetry

That pussy make a nigga wanna snap, poetry haha

Poetry, yea she got that poetry

That pussy get to talkin' to me than it take a hold of me

So all I do is tell her yes (tell her yes) flowetry

That pussy make a nigga wanna snap, poetry

[Verse 3: Los]

Mama got a itty bitty little black skirt on

I love to see them tig ol bitties with a half shirt on

She lookin ridiculous when she getting that flirt on

Look at them lips they just, looking so mischievous

Look at them cheeks they just, looking so de-licious

Whenever she switches, make her say she the shit,

Ready to leave your chick, can you believe this shit,

Now you gotta strip down, let me me see this shit

Yeah my mind we strictly freakin it flippin it, beatin it,

Lickin it, eatin it,

Stickin my dick in a different position

And hittin the rhythm gettin you outta that Vicki secret shit

Do you wanna slow it down, take it slow,

Fuckin from the bed down to the floor

Do it to the rhythm getting down to the flow

You already know, bitch I know this dick like whoa

No black rob, get clapped on, no clap off, I don't slack off

I go in, don't back off, cause I go deep, no Brett Favre

I'm so Viking, and he so lame that's so like him,

I'm so Biggie she's so like Kim and he got faith

Trying to be a bad boy but he got mased

And we be bumpin summer rain she go low like submarines

I go in so deep I leave her Weezy I'm a "Stunna Man"

I tell her thank you, come again,

No I mean before you leave I'm gon make you cum again

[Hook: Los]

I said I know you got a man but that nigga ain't as cold as me

She said you got a girl but that bitch can't drop it low as me

All I do is tell her yes (tell her yes) flowetry

That pussy make a nigga wanna snap, poetry haha

Poetry, yea she got that poetry

That pussy get to talkin' to me than it take a hold of me

So all I do is tell her yes (tell her yes) flowetry

That pussy make a nigga wanna snap, poetry

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