Brazilian Silky #5

Its Time To Talk About It, Ninjas Be Losing Their Gosh Dern Mind
For A Woman With Them Round Hips, And That Brazilian Silky #5
That Texture Extra Soft, Sleek As A Brand New Benz

She Sway Her Head From Left To Right, Tho It’s Fake Like Pseudonyms
But Baby Can’t Tell Her Nothing, She Rates Herself A Dime
She’s An Angel Fallen From Heaven, And Damn She Looking Fine
She All About Them Labels, Like Christian Dior And Juicy Couture
I’m All Bout Them Bluefaces, So Guess What, Mi Amore
Let’s Head Out To The Mall, And You Can Rock Out Every Store
We Eat’in Shrimp And Lobster, Ain’t No P-B-J’s No More

It’s Hump Day, So Come Over, Lets Feng Shui, And Have Some Fun

I Promise To Have You Home, Before The Rising Sun
A Businesswoman By Day, But After Midnight She’s A Freak
Chanel Is What I Smell, As We Lay Up In My Sheets
That’s Word To My Girl Fitzgerald, As She Looks Back From Behind
Only One Rule To Behest, Don’t Pull  My Brazilian Silky #5
So We Up Till Oh-Dark-Thirty, Can Barely Open My Eyes
Something Cooking In The Kitchen, The Smell Is So Divine
Veggie Omelet, Toast & Cheese Grits, Carmel Latte To My Surprise

Add To My Amazement, It’s Brazilian Silky #5
Say Word To Grandmama, All She Wearing Is My Shirt
Cooking Breakfast In High Heels, “Got Damn” Is All That I Could Blurt
Me And Her Go Together, Like A Seamstress & A Stitch

When I Think About What She Did To Me, It Makes My Third Leg Twitch
A New Millennial Type Of Woman, With Some Old School Country Vibes
Ain’t Nothing Fake Or Phony, Except That Brazilian Silky #5