He got mad skillz, when he lovin me right, holdin' me tight, and freakin all night, lovin' me soft, until daylight. He gives me big chillz, I laugh major squeals, off of big thrills, KID, he got skillz. . . Yo for real, what's the deal, how's it feel? when he peels, you know. . . (Those clothing)? He knows how to treat a lady, sweet and slick, like a four hour flick, he is the shit, got love on his mind, and not his @#*$! Yo kid, he got skillz, major clout, big time thrills, mack daddy supreme gots love to give, for his ghetto queen.
Reason for writing:
a poem about absolutely nothing.
Birth sign: Libra
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