Amanda

by Forris Watkins   Jan 24, 2011


Internal and external beauty, a sexy red bone, wit a round booty, she don't think so, she say dat
It's flat, it was round to me when I was rubbin on dat, put some lovin on dat, and make her
Stupid thick, wait on her hand and foot when she get sicc, give her neck a licc and softly kiss,
I haven't seen her in a while, and on my mind is this.. We talk on the phone often, she live out
Of town, we text through the day til nine come around, dats how it go down, she like to sip,
Bigger than a coin dollar, I'm a give her a tip.. When I call and she sleep, my tyme neva expire,
My Boo ansa da phone, whether she drop dead tired, when Fo The Great call thru, it's like a
Break thru when she in slo motion off a brew or two, or three, or four, she gon sip some more,
She say dat I'm sweet, and nice to da core, if I were to be sore, she'd know where to touch, I
Think I love you Boo, cus I like you so much....

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