All they ever cared about were her cheeks and how they were clappin' without her knowledge. Dark chocolate, juicy booty.. She should've been Judy. Making bets, throwing up sets.. Promising their suriety without knowing.. She was virginitized more than Mary until age 20. She never fitted in beyond her Black skin. Icky innuendos. They thought they had a shot...saying she slept on them because they don't doz But none of them rose to the occassion. Some jumped, but not high enough. The rumors grew. She never fitted in because a 'white woman in a black body' is not that tough.
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Neva Fitted InAll they ever cared about were her cheeks and how they were clappin' without her knowledge. Dark chocolate, juicy booty.. She should've been Judy. Making bets, throwing up sets.. Promising their suriety without knowing.. She was virginitized more than Mary until age 20. She never fitted in beyond her Black skin. Icky innuendos. They thought they had a shot...saying she slept on them because they don't doz But none of them rose to the occassion. Some jumped, but not high enough. The rumors grew. She never fitted in because a 'white woman in a black body' is not that tough. |
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