R.8

Organic framework, body bag the game hurts, she's a photo filther, one hit or miss her. Fame buck, sleighin dead paper tucked, pin stripe luck with some sass in her strut. Walkin the lane like Santa slangin cane, every which way she goes, taking dames by the woe, cold game. Makin moves by the moments, stitchin svelte suave frames. Doin damage with her name, all day, passion slain.

R.7

Sitting sideways with your back against the pack. 3 piece suits with a matchin face facts. Drippin game, sway to the wave, underwater trap. She goes in on the snaps twittin hard flash daps. Film noir, slim core, body by design, fashion euphore got looks for tours. Model game on point, shakin shots with a metaphor. Like gaze in these eyes, take a gander at these downpour. Fret not, she bounces back more chords, like a play in a book four scores.

R.6

She got a thang for black, heart of a trap, go gettin got it body drop more shades than a shop. She goes hard in life, harder than hard off white, multiplying faces when you see her robbin the light. Framed up from the game, change clothes like a hobby, mvp to the name. Slang looks bookin crooks, revolvin lobby shakin shit shooks. Bang bang.

Kovalli Khufa

Complexion, straight dairy, woven together from Ares, you knock back anythang in sight, offerings like Ceres. Original, bold daring, eye strain, you cast red herrings, attention away from looks, you might call that rose pairings. Love to the death of it, no swearing. What mean to you, I wear it, express no less, object to press, surface up straight seraph.

R.1

Tattoo tears cause she just slayed the zigen who loved her, 9 tails, you know who you are, rockin' BLZ, MY VL.. Skraight heaven thus far, features, flexin', beamin', settin' up the scene 'in.. Steppin' to the reason to be city seizin', she leanin', body on point like God been schemin'.. Fvck demons be like you may or make my season, drillin' time play boy deep end.. It depends if you give a fvck, me, I'm just being..Gratis