It’s been about a week now
We don’t hardly speak now
When we do it’s on some bull
So go and gnash your teeth now
Cuz u thrown outside my door
Attention you have the floor
You sleeping on it ain’t you
You don’t have my bed no more
Get comfortable, U independent now so stay focused
Get on your grind like your dirty friends, those mice’s and those roaches,
You a hostess, so you want a tip? Stay clear of those poachers,
They like to hunt down dogs, female ones the mostest,
You already gave it up again; expect me not to notice,
But its ok, we even, cuz your friends swarming like some locust,
Talking bout, you needed to kick her to the curve she got what she deserve,
Talking bad behind your back, what type of friends are those?
I don’t want you or your friends…
Yall all some trifling HOES.
Trifling
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angelfyre
Sounds like it’s bad everywhere. I feel your pain man, great writing.