Her Booty, Like Yam Porridge
Her booty is like yam porridge
She's gonna blow that mind away
I know you can't wait
She will show you how to work
without an interview
She's bad into the cage
You wanna go there?
Ugh! I won't advice that but
The moment is on
The Mic is set
Go into the woods
Deep there
You'll find her.
She’ll make you forget your name.
It's okay babe
I know!
You have 10 thorns
Still you've got to run so fast like a lion
into the jungle fever.
She's alone, along the craziest
crafted woods.
Wishing that someone who
loves her for what she is would visit.
Go get her,
Kill those cats
Rats!
Bees!!
Frogs!!!
Bears!!!!
Beasts!!!!!
Go see your baby..
Copyright © Tonye George | Year Posted 2017
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