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Niggas done hollered about Miss New Booty,
What they know about a girl that been puttin in work, yours and her duty.
She throws off an aura that lets a nigga know when he get it he damn sure blessed,
him frontin with a ring and her name on his chest.
Not a wanna be, but the one that's gonna tell u how its gon be...
pulling rank from his drawers on her way to the bank.
Every time he calls her name it's like the first time...
She thinking "yeah he gonna get his right after I get mine!!"
No, she aint no part time chick!
She smiling at bitches knowing it's her dick...
Will he cross the line? He might just try...
but he should know better by the look in her eyes.
He know if he cross her, he damn sure lost her...
She aint gotta be a gangsta bitch, she on it keeping hers discreet...
but if shit gets thick, she hittin the streets.
Ain't nothing like a chick that got book knowledge and street smarts,
In the eye of survival that's an art.
Check her...an attitude and a job...
with a demeanor that says if the bills dont get paid...Peter and Paul gettin robbed!
Chicks hate her but they are afraid to approach...
riding first class on their niggas' dime...while they're riding coach.
Versatility being her middle name...she can do classy or straight bitch
she always in mode so it aint no real switch.
You got muthafuckas askin who is she...you know the face but you can't name her...
And that's just as well...cuz some hatin ass bitch, waitin in the cut, ready to defame her.
Every time you see her, her man walking two steps behind...
Got him trained like a muslim just from the snap in her spine.
Oh yeah, sexy love...NEYO said it best
It's her "get like me" swagga that sets her out from the rest.
No stress...she will tell u fuck it, quick!
She laughing at yo ass cuz the more niggas that don't like her...the more she loves it!!

Dream Girl

Unable to awake...I accept her image in my dreams
Skeptical of her reflection of perfection or so it seems
More vivid now...she walks with a spotlight...that hasn't managed to dim yet
My eyes close purposely...only to remain acquainted with her silhouette
Abnormality best describes my almost sudden fascination
Artistically drawn to her…way beyond....a senseless infatuation
There's no malice in her mind…yet and still…I practice caution
I'm the interpreter of her kind….but her translation’s what I'm lost in
Her movements are encrypted, her destination I try to decipher
She walks as if it’s scripted…yet in a movie…there’s no one like her
Her intricateness…matched by my intrigue…keeps me happily distraught
Similar to a righteous preacher, surrounded by evil, yet tempting thoughts

Feelings of guilt, as I ponder on the sexual exploits, I’ve imagined
Her fruits…my labor…equaling a work out we both couldn’t fathom
A technician with my hands…I’m able to use them…but "What For"
A surgeon with my tongue….her body…I want to restore
As her body concurs…her feline would purr…into a climactic peak
Diverse positions…reassuring that each orgasm…remains unique
A melodic whimper, the only disparity, between me pleasuring to killing her
Her every exertion would be as Syncere, as me concluding a letter with my signature
Wounds of passion not easily healed…only time could be her remedy
Richter would measure her aftershock to encourage that she’s still feeling me
Residing deep within her median....becoming the basis of my theme
Submerging myself….as I lifeguard us from her delicate saturated dream

Frozen in front of our likeness…as I blindly retort my personal soliloquy
Rehearsing her every detail…of our past encounter way more specifically
A glide with every stride…revealing her dedication to elegance
No exaggeration in her movements…as if they were measured by relevance
Her milk chocolate complexion….complements her satin brown eyes
Her warm touch…being as soft as the southern accent she denies
The sweet potency in her scent…a slight puckering of lips
Brings forth a look, that would imply that she’s preparing for a kiss
My only regret is when she leaves…because her figure is beyond pure
All the while….hoping that she looks back…as my eyes beg for an encore
Her intellect….priceless….her demeanor…almost majestic
From her head down to her toes….she’s genetically poetic

Effortlessly genuine…I pray that I do not play victim to a fallacy
From first impressions, she’s displayed nothing more than an absolute perfect analogy
I’m that key to her lock…..she’s an hourglass to my time
Most men would try stealing her heart….I’d rather give her mine
I am the juror in her courtship…..she lays witness to my testament
I am her over polished truth….she is my embellishment
Shooting for the stars…I am entranced within a dream world
Eternally aiming for her….until I attain my perfect dream girl - Syncere