tight juicy yumness this crack huge game’s on point you had me at that bass **** homie, u r too good wit it run the sick trap my dude doin work loving the awesome switch so paralyzed make love nicee smooth as buttah you went in dreamy way too dope swoop feels mane nice flip caught up on point my dawg’s cramming dem hats smoove fresh cream zonin fire float’n like puddin my dude always killin way too good sir bro so sophisticated **** can’t get enough stunning blend dope ******* sick turnt up atmosphere in that ending tho
I created this poem, due to my fascination with with code switching, lyrics, poetry, and music. I found these terms being utilized lately by young folks who were moved by a certain music mix, and commented on same.