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Poor Righteous Teachers f missjones

My Three Wives (Shakyla pt. III)

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I met the strangest chick, imported from BangladeshSo what`s your angle miss?Weak wicked and dangerous?She spoke the languages, English and ArabicTold me very quick, she won`t be sucking any dickSay Wise Intelligent, you`re unlike most other menA lot of brothers been filling me up with complimentsSo where your body`s beenThat`s all we need to know loveCan turn this raven to a doveOr are you just gon` try to rise aboveHer kiss bionic, stimulating like a roots tonicLet`s be platonic sister I ain`t even hearing itYou got me fearing that love`s among the actual facts I gots to come correct, all wise right and exactI want you mentally and physically reflecting meYou wants my agony penetrating sexuallyYou won`t commit but you persist with this sex shitI won`t submit cause I`m Allah and God is dominantThe sex is good but I don`t need another lover sisI`m on this trip in pursuit of Miss IntelligentNot my type but I felt like I could change a bitStrange, I had this thing for Miss BangladeshWas it the way she used to feed me fruit and rock me well?Her wet body and punanny drip the sweetest smellAin`t hard to tell she was the bomb like Nas and AkinyeleSkin black, poom fat, sexy as hell.Chorus (missjones)I can`t hate you, though I have triedAhhhh, ahhh, ahhhI still really really love youLove is stronger than prideAfrica, ain`t quite over herScoping her, my style with EthiopiaDirect descendant from the Queen of Sheba, MakebaAnd King Solomon, Fela`sha in originThe sweetest lips that my tongue ever tasteCute face the softest thing my arms ever embracedDisplaced for centuries form the rest of her raceErased from history, see we had that much in commonWe used to kick it on the dock by the Red SeaOr on the Nile in a boat made of papyrus leavesShe told the tales of the perfect love and I was itI tell the tales of how I fell for Miss BangladeshPure finsesse, the moon reflected silhouetteAs I caress the nipples of her naked breastChest to chest, one, flesh of my fleshBone of my bone Africa had it going onShe spoke "shalom", peace in Hebrew styleHer voice melodic and exotic like the Virgin IslesNo Madagascar, or how I was tempted to ask herTo be my wife but my conscience wouldn`t let me trap herI felt like I was being selfish to perceiver the thoughtAnd having sharks crowning me the thief of heartsThis sister had the kind of beauty Wise IntelligentThinks every brother on the planet should experienceChorusI can`t hate you baby, though I have triedAhhhh, ahhhh, ahhhI still really really love youLove is stronger than prideI stopped off to reminsce, it`s a natural blissBut yo, I fully miss her, sort of like this other sisterMe and her walked the sands of IndiaMe and India, took showers and plenty ofBaths together, made love in the rainy weatherYet even better, I shared many orgasms with herShe took me home, disconnected the phonePlayed the jazz of Billie Holiday and Nina SimoneShe said a man is not a man if he`s no worker manSome old Patra shit, but I admit I was loving itShe said I did it for the love of the shitSo get it up hold it down like a son of bitch boyIt brings me joy making me make noiseBut don`t you know my roommate`s trying to sleep next doorI said sure, let`s swing up out of this pieceWe swung the next episode, back seat of my jeepPeep how we did creep, iller sex no sleepShe blamed it on me because she ain`t no freakSing joy to the world the lord is come, let Earth receive her kingBut how you mean, crack a tin relax and I`ll explainShe called me names of ancient kings I called her queenI was her first, she called me God I called her EarthWe just conversed on the first full mooon of MayAnd Miss Bombay India still ain`t over me.Chorus

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