Hold up hold up!
Put you on the Western front map,
Negro drenched in dark matter
Negated last in fusion wit a star,
Fabulous arched body curves juiced up,
Doing it yourself,
Pushing Ps aside
Lime light dazzling like a pearl
Aryan goddess from Nepal,
Snapchat me a nine on nines if not ten
Wit the point of view on explicit graphics,
Tangy thick lips throbbing pink
Dripping like a leaking sink.
Virtual account cripping
Soon I'd be tipping
Condition being on my serve
Am down for you and that's love
Love how you fineto finesse,
Your radical kind ain't my business
Prolly cause am a triller dawg
And you are my Pawg.
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