Poem -

I cant she hate my Rap

I cant she hate my Rap

I left you with too shart
But you had too Snoope wit a dawg
Use to tease you with ice cubes
That was not good enough
Uou wanted a little yoo yoo on your tongue
Hold im a finish
Phat drinks lead me to a diamond
Spoken loud
This sorry to the world
im still alive
Rite hand down
She need tongue not spit corner freak please sit down
Jesus says thank you lord
A new blood has been found
Bobber
Ok that was a nice walk
On the table fresh cold ice tea
The real nu nu says not my kids
You found a solid holy ground
Well
He say hello too another guy
Boi 
She lick she lick too
Thats a bro kit
please stop you know you are really a cop
boi stop
Dang woman where did you get that ice cream
Boom
I just foiled someone else
Sorry it was not me
I passed
Pop it riot spells root
Her buy off
Stop dukie braids 
Its jury for curls an hydraulics
Do you involve with our sun
Look please dont turn that on
Hello
I receiving my only warning
Do i go under
Ok fall
You better break before you hit the floor
I apply a score for my points
Before you hurt these let it rain
Bogus if its blood
Watch we are going home me an her
Prime stripping
Ok im lost now
Brushing none faking
Jellybean 
Im eating jelly 
Ok they will take the light
Barefoot the same stain
Boi i mold through on the foil
i cant she hates my rap
750 minus 400 look get gone
Life cold under every deceased body
Dictionary flurry 
Flex griffin with jabowes 
Stop telling me thats the reason 
The truth in the diamond you bought the
Squeeze partna
Front a mack baby i believe they are demons at their bedframe 
Ill practice then you bought special lace
Man i sat on a racket 
Look i type o my god bored
Are you about your 4s
Im about my 4s
Im hersey with that dirty 4
Keep it up do you hate an love
Love yeah that motion of the rite
She moved in so beautifully
Yeah peer the moons
Battle for whose the roundest
Throw a coat
Im roping a goat
Missing if you found down
They give in on how i catch the flame
Behind the back lite on shoulder then im bout again
If its a lie
All candles on 32
Flip thats a blowout
Bitter naw
Yo mans
Bit me with the gristle
Want that liver i accept shhhh when i lay it down
Sorry thats not a head bust
Score some more comfort
Sweet
Christmas under the bandanna 
Star inductee stick stray stop peeking you underdoor
Who thru that kitten when its gas in the kitchen
Read the meaning we dont do re screen honey slicker new scene 
Casually spelling wrong
Im need of a taste 
Pins passing snowie
Piece pay for the slice
Yeah they lite
First knock try getting soft
Wild who are these
Please breathe in this world
Who cookie are you partna
Visit on it they are history
Posture with a price tag
You got it brace yourselves guys
Well i want say it
Do an under 17 over nicking my name
Song for it tongue makes this world a lil better 
Beast your physic gaps the atmospheric
Par prop push hidden ice cream
Yes spinning i sinister blood taken
Bout those rotten candle
Greetings
Happy screw stay cute
Ferrous sticky vicky 
love is about all out
Brown sugga cooks on any table
hex blessed cutlass beating dont touch the timeless piece 
Berries near we know you are a fan
Coming from the bleachers help me
Tommy mall 9mm in your jeans
From the seal i been gone
Breaking off just because you needs too shoot me out

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