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lovin' me is work yeah ain't a cuppa tea,
ig it's easier said than done; carrying a sincerity,

to a man difficult without no reason,
other than being so worth it while rhyming season.

is the G-spot in the head or heart does basmati ask,
the spot for a G to reside in when he's done bask.

sharam rehna bolne ko 'G?' mereko pehchaane baad,
guess you don't after all them hours; tsk tsk tsk clung clad.

shouldn't it occur to twerker named after a rapper?
indulge in some Missy Elliot n' some Lauren Hill also, youu slacker.

well i guess an explanation is anyway owed,
it's not like i deny you any when you req ba-sss-mah-tiiii all slowed.

you got the drive in check no doubt,
but you still so lil, so shy, a recent sprout.

so as we freefall into what's gonna splatter but not break,
reaping highs of transparency in whispers identifying what's at stake.

as a G does imma do in my own pace (i.e.) my thoughts disseminate and inculcate,
let's hope you evolve well your northie self as you feast on Biryani, ofc the one Hyderabadis pallete.


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