Sincere love can blend blood into kisses best fear thugs
They may not let go leave your coo-chee wet doe rubs
Thighs listen to club vibes oh he want to grub my pies
Wear loose perfumes that produce blooms in boy’s eyes
TORNADO they scream and beg for the cream between
My legs I stay a queen on edge, go to extremes with dream
Boy’s cock triggers to duty when they see vigor and beauty
My butt brisk and round even Chris Brown may try these fruity
kisses