Them ain’t shots those Scooby snacks
You’re boo be ‘laxed In your crib with her couched trashed
Semen leaking on you kitchen mat
You even thought about commiting that
She smilin’ in go momma face knowing you ain’t hitting that.
i rarely fuck with squares, that why I only fuk with em when im drunk
cuz a sober mind can function with these punks
batty boi’s typing hard, so i move like a snake
as i roll dolo from state to state…wait
im trolling these blogs like: i love the hate
smh @ em like: they do anything for cake
like when yall was on these boards, yall swore these niggaz was lame
now that you get paid by the click:
you wanna swallow and spit to be part of they clique
bricktop = Will Smith in Pursuit of Happyness playing basketball with his son
Funny you should say that. During the autumn months the Mrs and I like to revisit this touching tale over mugs of warm cider spiced with cinnamon sticks.