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Just Some Shit That Needs To Be Said
Oh, you won’t to give the world a peak of my pedigree
You will never bring this melanin Queen down to her kness
You think you got the game on lock
I floss with bitches like you, and then you pay me quite well to make my cherry pop
If I’m not satisfied, your mouth feeling the diss of my glock
Walking around here with your chest all stuck the fuck out
I peeped your game, and it lacks that clout
Don’t get the game twisted, like you the shit
I was the one who read your musing before you think you became legit
Inscribing to me like you did me a solid service
Join the army mothafucker if my non-receptive makes you nervous
Recycled jargon I’ve read time after time
Yeah you go on and lust off those emailed nude pics, already been bought and paid for through your Pay Pal, just so I can stay on your mind
No shame in my butter rum skin game, feel free to circle them around
Got your tongue tied, and now losing your damn mind
Yahoo, Gmail, Skyping, begging to see my clit
Private viewing sessions you've paid for to watch me finger my slit
Then smearing my essence all over my screen and then my lips
In my videos, breasts all perky looking so fine, yeah, I know I’m the shit
Hum… how many did I send you out of sheer luck, you crazy nut
So, kill that blackmailing noise like you my corner pimp, what the fuck
You won't be the first or the last so kiss my ass
Polluting lies to the brain, ain’t nothing changed
Do remember I know your credit card number, your license plate, and your fake ass screen name
Therefore, when you think about coming at me
You better do it in silence, or that’s your ass, and I will not give up until Hell freezes
Damn, you so mentally twisted, those letters you fool were all a tease
You best believe, no more , not my fault you been banned from me
You show up at my job parking lot again, security will bring you down and then I will burn your ass at four hundred degrees
Oh you make me sick, you limp dick
Stay in your damn lame, this is all the warning you will ever receive
There’s a thin line between fucking and trying to fuck with me and the nine lives I lead
You cross me bitch I swear on my grann you will bleed
You fucking bastard, and I know you read this site, clown
Signed, Fuck You ..ooo
You will never bring this melanin Queen down to her kness
You think you got the game on lock
I floss with bitches like you, and then you pay me quite well to make my cherry pop
If I’m not satisfied, your mouth feeling the diss of my glock
Walking around here with your chest all stuck the fuck out
I peeped your game, and it lacks that clout
Don’t get the game twisted, like you the shit
I was the one who read your musing before you think you became legit
Inscribing to me like you did me a solid service
Join the army mothafucker if my non-receptive makes you nervous
Recycled jargon I’ve read time after time
Yeah you go on and lust off those emailed nude pics, already been bought and paid for through your Pay Pal, just so I can stay on your mind
No shame in my butter rum skin game, feel free to circle them around
Got your tongue tied, and now losing your damn mind
Yahoo, Gmail, Skyping, begging to see my clit
Private viewing sessions you've paid for to watch me finger my slit
Then smearing my essence all over my screen and then my lips
In my videos, breasts all perky looking so fine, yeah, I know I’m the shit
Hum… how many did I send you out of sheer luck, you crazy nut
So, kill that blackmailing noise like you my corner pimp, what the fuck
You won't be the first or the last so kiss my ass
Polluting lies to the brain, ain’t nothing changed
Do remember I know your credit card number, your license plate, and your fake ass screen name
Therefore, when you think about coming at me
You better do it in silence, or that’s your ass, and I will not give up until Hell freezes
Damn, you so mentally twisted, those letters you fool were all a tease
You best believe, no more , not my fault you been banned from me
You show up at my job parking lot again, security will bring you down and then I will burn your ass at four hundred degrees
Oh you make me sick, you limp dick
Stay in your damn lame, this is all the warning you will ever receive
There’s a thin line between fucking and trying to fuck with me and the nine lives I lead
You cross me bitch I swear on my grann you will bleed
You fucking bastard, and I know you read this site, clown
Signed, Fuck You ..ooo
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