My words blossom thru the brain like flowers after the rain.
Pain is forgotten when he get to poppin bottles and my bottom shake
Got'em in my guts ready to bust
When we be in the public eye I see the chicks spying running to the bathroom ready to cry and
Wishing it was them he was eyeing from across the room I bloom like a rose rising above most...
Less loss I promote..
Gloating somewhat boasting on the sly
Their flagrant reply, and shy to my swag
Answer all the questions of why I'm the best mistress
With less distress I be the miss' he mess wit I blossom from the bottom...
Dick licking and bottle poppin.... Stop it!!!!!!LOL
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