“Boo you a fine image must cross the line of scrimmage You look tall we can play foot-ball score in

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  1. bagglad

    bagglad Member

    Oct 4, 2005
    “Boo you a fine image must cross the line of scrimmage
    You look tall we can play foot-ball score in lineage
    Travel around town just to unravel clowns while
    The gravel drown the sound of my car tires its wild
    Rap menu spins not a lapse into sin or a fall from
    Virtue this all nurture the reality of life so I come
    Here cutting rhymes because of the sudden decline
    Of strength just because my line length is short sometime
    To let my hummer smoke a number of folks don’t like
    My rims and because I wear all types of Tims awight
    They wanna step on my toe but whoa I bought these at
    The shoe store and a few adore them for real so my stats
    Grows like phat afros it can get hairy, never thirst for friction
    Still find myself in reversed positions this is first edition
    Like KENNY RODGERS plenty dodgers of the truth restrictions
    In their brains, and like JEAN DIXON love make keen predictions
    To love connected and smart expected to play a part
    We could wreck beds after dark throw kisses like darts
    At your lips so bulls eye my bed full of pie need carts
    To haul it away could take all day kiss your lips my heart
    Stray and fall in love, fun true laces in one or two
    Places, perfume great lets communicate and really do
    What folks do I hope to get to know you later down?
    The road got a 100 pound load of sweetness, crown
    You queen so much brown cream I can only lie down
    And dream must anoint my mind at a point in time
    At which a hat itch exists, but my finger joints are fine
    If befriended I’ll leave but intended to achieve a divine
    Love affair, can’t terminate my behavior to concerned
    Over your cake flavor that make major stuff be confirmed
    I’m Grinning girlfriend from beginning to end, been
    On a true route throughout this love affair when
    Possible, because you have magnificent laces in
    Many different places, got tall pride on all sides
    When my wheels spinning, feels I’m winning rides
    Sitting close together getting toast or whatever but
    Never leaving you and squeezing boo jest clever luck
    My facts above the rim and nice little imprecise but
    Fairly close I can barely boast about prior dates boo
    You an incredible cute sweet like edible fruit a true
    Chick body brew quick and softly like coffee “so let
    Me sip your wet lips girl; grip your world, really bet
    You get hot a lot; boo I take on duties just to get
    Cake from cuties that have great booties, kneel
    For butters and kiss, yield to another’s wish sex appeal
    Lips soften they know best but you often in protest
    Over a date, must escape the stereo type and jest rest
    My soul scarred so no holds barred like Hulk Hogan
    We can wrestle, tussle and hustle love is a bulk slogan
    It mess up heads it appears, make lovers shed tears
    Over pain and rage have to stay on the same page clear
    With a dame so boo what’s your name? Wait you got
    Wet breasts let me guess gonna take a crazy aim is it
    MARY JANE need to talk to GABRIEL new TV hit


    “You see my cake and breasts now you make a request
    That’s difficult to fulfill the iffy results thrills you best
    If it happens after some legit rapping, your tall quotes
    Bring a wall of smokes jest hope they not all jokes
    That would be a boring thing I’ll end up ignoring
    Your bling your words soaring to bring some adoring
    You cum pouring kisses on my lips have to duck my head
    Or get stuck in the bed with you and then be so misled
    Wanna drop the top have fun today in your ride
    You want my hot spot I best run away and try hide
    Because I realize with pies every infidel
    Want some and will be doing very well
    If they get the chance for a wet romance
    So you wanna take me to some remote place
    Talk sweet stuff to me then smoke my lace
    You wanna be brave and self-assured
    Love talk is deft and cured and I’m allured
    You’re wetting my pie and getting by with sweet
    Words and deep verbs and my body curves unique
    Admit you have love talk and strong pride
    But feel I’m jest along for the ride
    I withdraw my hug never fed raw love before takes
    Some getting used to my thing loose stew on cakes
    My breasts are fine you wanna test your lines at
    Even at the best of times you couldn't finesse with phat
    love talk you want my phone number so you can tuck
    it in your chrome hummer or the four wheel drive truck
    I’m a clever queen the best you ever seen so your luck
    Best be good because you want a kiss and lace but
    In this case you also wanna get some tongue and take
    Me home and confirm a long-term relationship no fake
    Bam bam thank you mam for get that rabbit habit dude
    Prevail legit as a female fit but your words fail to hit
    My eardrums and I hear none of what you’re saying
    words hot and sincere but your plot not clear praying
    that change doe, guess I’m cute the hot type but really
    my fruit not ripe but you the brute type and it’s silly
    to believe different, I’m active and attractive have ability
    with sweet words you wanna bleach my brains and reach
    me with lame love talk that’ll throw me in bed lick my peach
    and go crazy on it huh? Then cling to my panties like a leech
    If we had an affair in the club you’ll try give me an
    Affectionate bear hug, jest takes my breath away stand
    Kissing your lips have to come to grips that’s your plan
    Huh? This is as much fun as it gets so am I considered
    Number one yet? In the hummer you get to kiss the glitter
    Off my lips and rub my soft hips, but your words don’t
    Come across leaving me dumb and lost but it probably won’t
    Cost you a date you wanna toss my cake on a plate too late
    For that doe, my answer is a big phat no but we can debate
    After you inflate your game I hate to sound lame that creates
    A problem oh well maybe something crazy could happen
    After all the good rapping, my thoughts are overlapping
    “Let’s jest kiss and say goodbye” like the MANHATTANS”
  2. bagglad

    bagglad Member

    Oct 4, 2005
    “Not in the groove today don’t want you to move away
    Stress in the wind you my best friend” “ but I can’t stay
    Nice to have met you now I get to say goodbye gonna
    Miss you can only list a few of the things I really wanna
    Help you with before you step swift into the wind tonight
    Devastating as your flight is waiting keep your game tight
    I got plenty kin but any friend of yours is a friend of mine

    Until the end of time
  3. bagglad

    bagglad Member

    Oct 4, 2005
    “Let’s jest kiss and say goodbye” like the MANHATTANS”

    My body is dope oh yes you need a plan
    So stand, hope and cope as best you can
    Like a flower I hurry and sprout and not
    Worry about what boys gonna say too hot
    To trot you got words and stuff that flow
    And stampede my ears like a herd of buffalo
    You wanna dame that’s fine and my train
    Is on time like clockwork my hot skirt tame
    The mind of boys, your love talks hot and legit
    Guess your lap is best spot to sit oh stop it!
    You really want some huh? In the parking lot
    Your car glow but far as I know you want sex
    In the backseat, want me to throw my complex
    Panties in the air with candies to spare and next
    Go to bed because my lips oh so red, I let my wet
    Stats rest and at best your words burn my ears you let
    My gourmet food delay your attitude so it’s a sure bet
    You want some, grab a plate have cake hey jest forget
    That, you come with hood rap and now I need a good
    Nap; see worlds and three girls ahead of me I should
    Leave playboy in a way you annoy me but I tolerate
    Some stuff wants my tongue you wanna huff and puff
    “You have a skimpy plan and may end up
    Empty-hand, I’m smart like a queen
    But heart ripped apart at the seams
    Love affairs grow and rise
    And hug the airs of marriage no surprise
    They’re phat and nice
    But remain at a price
    Try be sweet with no flaws
    Need to greet with loud applause
    Fact is garbage can wreck the skies
    Of love so acknowledge and recognize
    You cry out for pie no doubt and try
    Be about love wanna kiss thoughts fly
    Blind facts leads to an undersign act
    Plenty fish in the ocean many wish for
    Potions of love motion in the club are
    Strong beat and gone to the street with HIP
    HOP and my lips are hot ready to flip
    My tongue in a boy’s mouth while he
    Toys with my blouse so hot can’t even see
    Got swell pride and well supplied with love
    You tried to hug my waist while at the club
    Like HIP HOP this affair in full things and
    Boys pull things out of hats like magicians can
    Call these act WHODINI’S not a Jeanie legal
    But like BEANIE SEGAL I can feel it feeble
    In the air, wanna go dance and jumping in the club
    I could end up like BEYONCE drunken in love
    Crazy I become your fiancé need to talk to JAY-Z
    And BEYONCE only after you put a ring on it lazy
    Don’t cut it, won’t even have time to remove my under
    Its thunder down there lightning is exciting don’t care
  4. bagglad

    bagglad Member

    Oct 4, 2005
    n’t cut it, won’t even have time to remove my underwear
    Its thunder down there lightning is exciting don’t care


    I was at this crazy WAWA and like Lady GAGA strut a lot
    Boys say my butt was hot guess boys not toys for tots
    But they can destroy a lot if a girl let them so I jest dot
    All my I’s and cross my t’s and so I’m in a mini-skirt
    And my thing is all pie who wanna be the fall guy to work
    And go down town for it huh? I best be impressed and alert
    To strut butt is plenty work but you can’t jest let any jerk
    Take you home must make up strong excuses why you
    Can’t go, oh well for a girl its whack to be afraid it’ll do
    You good to become a jack of all trades and let the facts
    Persuade him to stop, boys have played a lot of girls exact
    It’s a world attack with love talk, wanna chill go home
    Could get stuck with a millstone around my neck cell phone
    Ringing it’s playing a tone while this boy is blinging and gone
    With the wind in a drop top listening to HIPHOP if I was in
    There he’ll be kissing me a lot and asking for some the trend
    Continue wanna cancel my trip shopping because my HIPS
    ARE HOPPING and my head bopping can lose my grips
    They desire a girl or their entire world will fall, my pants I keep
    Stitched got a sweet itch can’t sleep at the switch a boy may sneak
    And get some, wanna begin with sex in the Lex to help complete
    Their mission then in the wind and gone talking to friends
    On the phone about what just happened trust me rapping gets
    Around town, this one boy in a drop top jest pump gas I bet
    He think of some junk fast I can tell he pursue girls because
    We do hurl lace and pearls with good taste a chase with flaws
    Now this boy walks up start to rap and now wet he may get some
    Because my heart is trapped this part perhaps leads to the bedroom
    Right here at WAWA so fa la la he won’t get far he smells perfume

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