Tuesday, July 20, 2010

"Can I Get a...?" Verse II: Amil

You ain’t gotta be rich but fuck that
How we gonna get around your bus pass?
’Fore I put this pussy on your mustache,
Can you afford me? My niggaz breadwinners, never corny
Ambition makes me so horny

It is not that you must have immense capital, but if you don’t, forget that!

However are we going to ferry ourselves around on your public transportation ticket?

Before I allow you to perform cunnilingus on me, I must know:

Are you able to afford me? My boyfriends past have all been jobholders

—Never a one of them was merely attempting to seem urbane.

It is ambition in a man that accelerates my libido.

Not the fussin and the frontin
If you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta
Get up, get out, get some—shit!
I like a lot of P-rada, Alizé and vodka
Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up

What doesn’t make me amorous are excessive monetary concerns and false fronts.

If you do not have any money, young lad, my best advice is that you had better

Stand up, walk out of your house, and earn some—drat!

For I, I enjoy quantities of clothes from Italian fashion phenom Mario Prada,

And I also enjoy consuming vodka-based Alizé liqueurs.

Furthermore, I appreciate late nights spent by candlelight—

Before I aggressively fornicate you!

Get it up. I put it down every time it pop up, huh
I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rock-a
I let you meet Momma and introduce you to Poppa

Harden your penis! I’ll intercourse you until you climax any time you become re-erect.

When I have sex, I must climax. I loosen up my hip movement,

Then begin again with refreshed vigor.

When you feel the fluids of sexual release, you’re under my spell,

So that you’ll purchase for me a precious gem.
I shall allow you to meet my mother and my father.

My coochie remains in a Gucci name
Never test my patience, nigga, I’m high maintenance
High class, if you ain’t rollin, bypass
If you ain’t holdin, I dash, yo

My vagina is only available to those who can buy me products from The House of Gucci.

I implore you to never test my patience, African-American male,

For I require expensive material goods to remain fulfilled.

I am of the elite caste, so if you aren’t similarly monied, begone.

To reiterate: If you haven’t great wealth, I run away!

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