in the rear view mirror it all looked liked harmless fun but thats why there's that little disclaimer written in "objects are never what the hell they seem" and it wasnt until she got from rear view to my real view that i realized, "oh shyt". and in the house it all seemed like good healthy flirtation but it wasnt until she walked in and we all looked at each other like "oh shyt" and then i read the blogs, yes blogs that's when i realized "oh shyt"
niggas man niggas...
idk why yall gotta do us like you do...we're good girls, the kinda girls youll regret losing, the kinda girls that you take home ta meet ya moms and get busy in the bathroom for kicks,the kinda girls that stand by their man thru thick and thin, but no yall wanta cut a fuckin clown! dnt be surprised when we cut ya assz loose and the next time ya see us it seems ta be raining men. there is always somebody who wants ta play on our teams, dnt get benched homeboiz.
and you wnt even realize until we put it in ya face and call you all sorts of shyt. but its true and sometimes we just need ta say that some niggas aint shyt.
she said it not me...
its real tho. read at your own risk.
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