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Aug 2019
Walking through the sunset parks way past dark
Thinking cuz of a spark on my mind
Looking at this fine honey dripping
Got **** Mc Lyte got me trippin' tippin'
Off mad money at the concert she caught my shirt
Gave it a signature
**** it felt pure for sure begins the ultimate cure
After the shows she gave me a kiss on my temples
******* got me with smiling dimples
I told her I was her biggest fan and I wanna be her man
But she said i was just too much of a youngin'
Hunchin' for the munchies of her love
Got **** baby your my empty turtle dove
A twin flame aint got no shame to claim
The way she moves through the industry lanes
Curves mad observed got my feeling reserved
Down to my very nerves purposely i serve
Nothing but the best so let me finesse flex
My coldest skills this ain't a Freestyle drill
This just something baby for you feel
Let me work you like a windmill spill
Out nothing but esctasy next to me
As i caress ya with deep voices of Barry
White got **** im losing sight tonight
Cause i gotta fly date with ms **** Lyte

Though she was cheated by poor georgie
She couldn't ignore me few years passed
She saw me again at the front of her show
Threw her my number in the midst of the summer
Jams goddamns she caught me in a slam
I cant think straight tryna set the date to create
A perfect love sleight let me be ya only mate
As i shake the fear of fate watch me break
The tension begins to strengthen our loves rainbow
Since the sunshine touched your skin
Begins a glow mating I'm catering
To your witty hearing your pretty kitty
Winking at me through the seams of ya *******
Don't mind me its the man in me ***** me
But I can't help it you attractive to me
So let me hold the key to your heart baby
Im setting the sparks past the fourth
Of july you deny you feel the pry and shyness
Even though your gorgeous i know you curious
Just letting you know im serious delirious
Baby face got me with the whip appeal
Loves depths oh so real you'll feel
Deep into ya soul so you'll loose control
As graze thoughts in ya mental simple
As can be call me crazy maybe its the brandy
Naw it's the feelings i have thee easily
I'll be the best you ever had not Drake but rake
The leaves of ya falling souls broken pieces
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
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