sigh

trying your best to do wot

fed up of yer excuses

well thanks for ditching me again

have you gone again

DO NOT TELL ME YOU IGNORANT LITTLE MAN HoW *I* AM FOOKIN FEELIN

He said he came from Jamaica, he owned a couple acres
A couple fake visas ’cause he never got his papers
Gave up on love ****ing with them heart breakers
But he was getting money with the movers and the shakers
He was mixed with a couple things, bald like a couple rings
Bricks in the condo and grams to sing-sing
Left arm, baby mother tatted
5-year bid up North when they ratted
Anyway I felt him, helped him, put him on lock, seat-belt him
Took him out to Belgium, welcome
Bitches this pretty, that’s seldom
This box better than the box he was held in
I’m Momma Dee in that order, I call him Daddy like daughters
He like it when I get drunk, but I like it when he be sober
That’s top of the toppa, I never **** with beginners
I let him play with my pussy then lick it off of his fingers, I’m in the zone

sweet but psycho
make up
salt
my way
let it be me
not your barbie girl

oh she's back!

wig same

so Im doing nothing about it