At The Club
 

At The Club

Bad news when I had to choose and pick out a girl quick
Got to be street smart to get a sweetheart in this world slick
My thug’s blood surging modest want a virgin goddess with thick
Eyebrows make a guy howl saying bow! Wow! Doing dog tricks
Devastated galore like a domesticated carnivore the clock ticks
Going for the bone in her coo-chee zone juicy tones like porn flicks
Clout hurl in my brain wants a pearl of a dame just to lick

Like puppy chow I’m not a yuppie now but uppity somehow
Cum to stroke tongue and smoke some juicy coo-chee hairs plow

Deep in her fields of gravy and reveal the crazy in a boo
Pulverize her soil like supplies of oil gushing like a hot brew
Clearing the way while hearing her say “oh god only a few like you”
A thug ill but the club fill with chicks oh what to do?
They got brown round butt to they all struts it true

DJ’s music hot and snappy but I’m not happy wanna tongue
Some chick “so boo you alone”? “yes I guess so” I’m sprung
And hung on her she has a dimple this jazz is simple like drums
“Well we can ride and glide in my Lex” “oh no guys tries for sex”

when im at the club, the shits strait pimpin
i spit the gangsta talk, and all bitchs listian

cuz they see my walk, they hear the talk
they kno i leave hatas, out lined in chalk

but that right there is a diffrent verse
im breakin bitchs, they givin they purse

i want that money, and some muthafuckin FLORIDA dome
we goin to her crib, her boy aint home

and that right there, is the flow
afta im done, spark a blunt of dro

aight girl, i'll call u in a week
back to the club, pickin up anotha freak

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ite stuff 5/10 both

thanks for the props , the poem and the critique