i grab it by its waist, n tell hip hop im diggin her//
whisper in her ear a little literature//
gettin her thighs warm, her clitorous n eyes wet-she cry'n//
cuz aint nobody ever approached her the way that i did//
i told her i would be there for good or the bad//
n look past all the book-bagged looseteefs that got wit her//
n spit hot lyrics mo rapid the the last rapper could//
as a matter of fact, upgrade her dande-lions to lavender//
now she want it so bad she taste it
i will not give her any doubt about the, way i am raised
go hard wit anything i put my mind ta//
play but at the ryte times, n know wen to b adequate after~

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