Seven Eleven
 

SEVEN ELEVEN

Never get to heaven now sweat at the Seven Eleven
Want a spicy bite so ficety and right and a girl name Helen
Eat oreos chocolate wisdom now hears a unique stereo system
Use sex wise and strong just to exercise my harmones and rhythm
To tones of realism beds squeak and heads freak and vibrate
Got fat feet like athletes pump weights and jump on fakes
Trying to act bad, crack is sad for these cats just some snakes
In the grass waiting to bite I’m devastating with writes no escapes
For the weak, see Stacey Dash the cutie with a tasty class booty
That thing is a queen lover on the King Magazine cover her nudity
Is nice I’ll be CLUELESS on what to do with this the girl is fine
Wished her world was mine sometime wear curls so divine
She have a plump brown rump in silk want some of her milk
Accidently dress rips breast nips fall out jest suck them body built
Now this girl with a dumb grin come in her body so soft and boss
Lips hot my mind slips a lot she wore flip flops toenails polished off
Lost it started to rap she’s true hearted perhaps my bling is new
But right now got things to do in the Seven Eleven wanna cling to
Her waist, body made an abrupt change my luck rearranged “so look
Boo your body is a graphic site like a traffic light it jump from
From green to red it change abruptly like my strange luck be, hum
Sexual tunes, a dame that reminisces have to maintain with kisses

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