"steeze" poems - Hello Poetry

[Chorus:] I make ******* insecure Ah, I make ******* insecure I make bitches's insecure It not my fault that I rock you ****** world [x2] [Verse 1] Hold up let me catch my breath Why you hoes jockin on me here gettin bread Pockets stay fat like I just won the menu Couldn't catch it open if I had no [?] click He neva met a ***** like me And he knew he couldn't have me So he told his ***** to get like me Miss pinky I'm rockin ****** world Call me bird cause I can **** on any nighaa and his girl Yea I'm cocky and ***** I got a reason Name one chick set trends all season Stay on my grind, cause you know yo girl the **** And I'm not like cream, but I can get yo nigha wet Everywhere I go I'm the center of attention, ****** tryna show off and get my attention Did I mention They call me miss distraction, Cause I can split a ***** from his ***** like a fraction [Chorus] [verse 2] Throw me my mic, no need for an intro Falen don't act like you don't know I mess it up stay jerkin, everyone must stare My steeze so hot it can straighten your hair Comin through like a raven, My jerkin videos, stay on dudes pages I'm that bomb nigha I'm nuclear Don't call me I'm like solar we stand out yea ***** we bright, skinny jeans Yea ***** we tight yup yup that's right So complex have the crowd restless While I'm yellin out we the baddest (we the baddest) No love honey Slap ****** and take they money I'm money hungry **** so lovely Flirt so EFF, ingggg DOPE .! ! [Chorus] [Verse 3] ***** *** ******* wanna talk **** Cause I'm that ***** And don't call me a bad ***** Call me a average ***** I'm badder I more than You hoes be lacking It's like I'm the teacher when I be rappin My flow so sick, when I'm done they start clappin I put a bullet through your chest ***** they up on me tryna **** with it Tryna get up in my ******* like I'm some kinda hoochie Don't **** a ***** ***** cause they all boogie boogie Yea and I'm 2 fly To **** with you No I'm 3 fly everbody know me know Yea an I'm so fly they be on me, on me. [Chorus] [Verse 4] Money money money Thats all I wrote I stay on top Your the water I'm the boat Alway a **** and never a *** I stay with mo plus ****** plus dough Young in the game but I ain't a little girl It jus take ten nigaas to rock my world Rock rock my world, yea rock my world So, I want you you you plus you Plus the boy back there lookin cute in the blue (You kinda cute) People hate me cause they can't do what I do Mean muggin I laugh at you I took you man then stole yo boo Blah blah it's true Heart so cold like a freakin igloo Got all these nighas like boo hoo And on these tracks I go cookoo

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Nov 22, 2013

Nov 22, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC

Bunhead17

Insecure

[Chorus:] I make ******* insecure Ah, I make ******* insecure I make bitches's insecure It not my fault that I rock you ****** world [x2] [Verse 1] Hold up let me catch my breath Why you hoes jockin on me here gettin bread Pockets stay fat like I just won the menu Couldn't catch it open if I had no [?] click He neva met a ***** like me And he knew he couldn't have me So he told his ***** to get like me Miss pinky I'm rockin ****** world Call me bird cause I can **** on any nighaa and his girl Yea I'm cocky and ***** I got a reason Name one chick set trends all season Stay on my grind, cause you know yo girl the **** And I'm not like cream, but I can get yo nigha wet Everywhere I go I'm the center of attention, ****** tryna show off and get my attention Did I mention They call me miss distraction, Cause I can split a ***** from his ***** like a fraction [Chorus] [verse 2] Throw me my mic, no need for an intro Falen don't act like you don't know I mess it up stay jerkin, everyone must stare My steeze so hot it can straighten your hair Comin through like a raven, My jerkin videos, stay on dudes pages I'm that bomb nigha I'm nuclear Don't call me I'm like solar we stand out yea ***** we bright, skinny jeans Yea ***** we tight yup yup that's right So complex have the crowd restless While I'm yellin out we the baddest (we the baddest) No love honey Slap ****** and take they money I'm money hungry **** so lovely Flirt so EFF, ingggg DOPE .! ! [Chorus] [Verse 3] ***** *** ******* wanna talk **** Cause I'm that ***** And don't call me a bad ***** Call me a average ***** I'm badder I more than You hoes be lacking It's like I'm the teacher when I be rappin My flow so sick, when I'm done they start clappin I put a bullet through your chest ***** they up on me tryna **** with it Tryna get up in my ******* like I'm some kinda hoochie Don't **** a ***** ***** cause they all boogie boogie Yea and I'm 2 fly To **** with you No I'm 3 fly everbody know me know Yea an I'm so fly they be on me, on me. [Chorus] [Verse 4] Money money money Thats all I wrote I stay on top Your the water I'm the boat Alway a **** and never a *** I stay with mo plus ****** plus dough Young in the game but I ain't a little girl It jus take ten nigaas to rock my world Rock rock my world, yea rock my world So, I want you you you plus you Plus the boy back there lookin cute in the blue (You kinda cute) People hate me cause they can't do what I do Mean muggin I laugh at you I took you man then stole yo boo Blah blah it's true Heart so cold like a freakin igloo Got all these nighas like boo hoo And on these tracks I go cookoo

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Ah... time to listen to my chill music Just lay back Relax Fall asleep.... "Give a **** what you heard Yeah, **** what you heard 'Fore this real **** kicked your whole clique to the curb What, what What, what But you don't hear me though Run up ***** to the death get gripped, my steeze is ballin' out Of control; what you know 'bout bubblin' Hustle bones comin' out my mouth Hustle bones comin' out my Hustle bones comin' out my mouth Hustle bones comin' out my Comin' out my mouth Hustle bones comin' out my Hustle bones comin' out my mouth Hustle bones comin' out my Comin' out my mouth"

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May 25, 2018

May 25, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC

tony-the-poet

Grips

Ah... time to listen to my chill music Just lay back Relax Fall asleep.... "Give a **** what you heard Yeah, **** what you heard 'Fore this real **** kicked your whole clique to the curb What, what What, what But you don't hear me though Run up ***** to the death get gripped, my steeze is ballin' out Of control; what you know 'bout bubblin' Hustle bones comin' out my mouth Hustle bones comin' out my Hustle bones comin' out my mouth Hustle bones comin' out my Comin' out my mouth Hustle bones comin' out my Hustle bones comin' out my mouth Hustle bones comin' out my Comin' out my mouth"

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Bang! Dig! Dig! Keep your head low Throw the arms Pump. Pump. Woof! wo-woof!Over here! Breath. In my nose, out my mouth Accelerate. Slow rise. Pump. Pump. Next gear. Go! Drive the knees. Forward lean. There he is! Get him! WOOF! Keep the stride. Don't stop. They can't catch what they can't see. Ghostin um'. Lean into this corner. Drive off it. Drive! Drive! Knees high! Pump your arms! Go! Go! He over there! I see him! More power. Don't close your stride. They can't catch you today. Champion. Don't stop. Run til you got no more breath! Run til you got nothing left! This Is the last stretch. The finish is near. Hit your last gear. Lean across the line, With steeze. STOP THIS IS THE POLICE!

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Feb 16, 2012

Feb 16, 2012 at 12:00 PM UTC

blakops

Bang

Bang! Dig! Dig! Keep your head low Throw the arms Pump. Pump. Woof! wo-woof!Over here! Breath. In my nose, out my mouth Accelerate. Slow rise. Pump. Pump. Next gear. Go! Drive the knees. Forward lean. There he is! Get him! WOOF! Keep the stride. Don't stop. They can't catch what they can't see. Ghostin um'. Lean into this corner. Drive off it. Drive! Drive! Knees high! Pump your arms! Go! Go! He over there! I see him! More power. Don't close your stride. They can't catch you today. Champion. Don't stop. Run til you got no more breath! Run til you got nothing left! This Is the last stretch. The finish is near. Hit your last gear. Lean across the line, With steeze. STOP THIS IS THE POLICE!

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My destiny is not what I desire but it is what I need. More than anything, I want you. A life of stoke and steeze and stars and streams shared with you. And I may get that. Someday. But that day isn’t today and it won’t be tomorrow because we both know that we’ve both got mountains to move, to climb, to see, to love. Someday, I think, we’ll find ourselves standing at the bottom of the same one, ready to move it and that first one we move together will be so easy. Because we’ll have the other, and for the first time. So the load will be shared and it will not seem so big. I’ve got a feeling that there is a range of mountains awaiting our eager hands and each night it tickles my dreams to think that maybe we’ll see them tomorrow, maybe I’ll see you tomorrow. But I’m starting to forget about them and you, and forgetting deliberately. Because going about each day with a mind so caught up in what will be or what was or what is but isn’t here, is a destructive delight. I need to be here, whether you are with me or not. And you need to be there, whether I am with you or not. I hope soon again we’ll be in the right place and that right time because I miss you because you’re special and you’re special because you are far beyond my imagination. My imagination’s got no limits except somehow I can’t dream up anything more about you than what your eyes looked like when you first realized you loved me and what a long ******* haul we were in for. Those eyes came 3 minutes after I met you and my eyes did the same about a week before I even knew what your eyes looked like. I don’t know. I can’t imagine, but that’s how I know you’re something worth fighting for. I know you all too often only see a grey cloud, but you are only silverlining to me, bub.

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Oct 7, 2015

Oct 7, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC

sobie

sumday

My destiny is not what I desire but it is what I need. More than anything, I want you. A life of stoke and steeze and stars and streams shared with you. And I may get that. Someday. But that day isn’t today and it won’t be tomorrow because we both know that we’ve both got mountains to move, to climb, to see, to love. Someday, I think, we’ll find ourselves standing at the bottom of the same one, ready to move it and that first one we move together will be so easy. Because we’ll have the other, and for the first time. So the load will be shared and it will not seem so big. I’ve got a feeling that there is a range of mountains awaiting our eager hands and each night it tickles my dreams to think that maybe we’ll see them tomorrow, maybe I’ll see you tomorrow. But I’m starting to forget about them and you, and forgetting deliberately. Because going about each day with a mind so caught up in what will be or what was or what is but isn’t here, is a destructive delight. I need to be here, whether you are with me or not. And you need to be there, whether I am with you or not. I hope soon again we’ll be in the right place and that right time because I miss you because you’re special and you’re special because you are far beyond my imagination. My imagination’s got no limits except somehow I can’t dream up anything more about you than what your eyes looked like when you first realized you loved me and what a long ******* haul we were in for. Those eyes came 3 minutes after I met you and my eyes did the same about a week before I even knew what your eyes looked like. I don’t know. I can’t imagine, but that’s how I know you’re something worth fighting for. I know you all too often only see a grey cloud, but you are only silverlining to me, bub.

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Maybe it'll all make sense if I write it out 'Causr shouting from rooftops takes a toll on the chords of my voice box., and I've got a lot to say about the quintessential ways of bring diverted into separate paths, having to stop and do the math, Step by step and inch by inch... Can't you feel that jolting pinch? It emanates and the words spew out: love and be loved is what it's all about. Those that see, Those that read beyond the misleading context of labels and fables of "some American dream," those that weave between the ultimate do's and don't's, those that poke fun at the human race, tracing patterns of faces, lacing personalities (adding extra steeze if you please), those creating communities wherever the necessity lies, those that hold ties without holding grudges, those that don't budge when the elbow nudges, Those who understand that the worst thing happening to man is the reduced ability and extreme fragility of love and being loved. If it so happens that we rise together, whether or not we're sharing the spotlight or spiriting the night away, I just want to say that my love is two-way: I give what you give every single day. A smile for a wink, a blink for a yawn, a bond for a word, a nerd for a Nash, a bowl of hash for a warm cuddle, a puddle of tears for a lifetime of years, a bucket of fears for a stone of sadness, a little bit of bliss for a little bit of ignorance, and a high tolerance of loving and being loved. Still unsure if it makes any sense, but best to leave it at rest and continue going Where the flowers keep growing.

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Jun 4, 2014

Jun 4, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC

gnarly

You are loved.

Maybe it'll all make sense if I write it out 'Causr shouting from rooftops takes a toll on the chords of my voice box., and I've got a lot to say about the quintessential ways of bring diverted into separate paths, having to stop and do the math, Step by step and inch by inch... Can't you feel that jolting pinch? It emanates and the words spew out: love and be loved is what it's all about. Those that see, Those that read beyond the misleading context of labels and fables of "some American dream," those that weave between the ultimate do's and don't's, those that poke fun at the human race, tracing patterns of faces, lacing personalities (adding extra steeze if you please), those creating communities wherever the necessity lies, those that hold ties without holding grudges, those that don't budge when the elbow nudges, Those who understand that the worst thing happening to man is the reduced ability and extreme fragility of love and being loved. If it so happens that we rise together, whether or not we're sharing the spotlight or spiriting the night away, I just want to say that my love is two-way: I give what you give every single day. A smile for a wink, a blink for a yawn, a bond for a word, a nerd for a Nash, a bowl of hash for a warm cuddle, a puddle of tears for a lifetime of years, a bucket of fears for a stone of sadness, a little bit of bliss for a little bit of ignorance, and a high tolerance of loving and being loved. Still unsure if it makes any sense, but best to leave it at rest and continue going Where the flowers keep growing.

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