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us brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blue hips,
in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips.
jukebox teases, watch my sistas throat the heartbreak,
bassline, cracking backbone and singing thru hips.
something boneless, we glide silent, seeping ‘tween floorboards,
around the hims, and ooh wee, clinging like glue hips.
grinding, rotating, smokin’, gotta pull back some.
minds are lost at the mere sight of ringing true hips.
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