Hood Poetry I

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She in love, I guess we can blame it on the charm.
Put some'n nice on her arm, she let me get up in the draws.
She taking off her bra, she spreading them thighs.
I'm about to dive in, on some Trey shit.
Ash the blunt, grab the tray, shit.
Blowing smoke in her mouth.
She bitting my lip.
Then her nigga called, and that was the end of it...

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