So you say these things. Speak these words. Tho you haven't heard. You losin it girl. You losin everything. You loved. Cause the shit you sayin, it aint tru!! Showin yo tru colors now!! But hell I aint gon go as far as your dad. Cause I got more love for you than that!! Even tho I could. Say some hurtful things. To make you wish you was dead. Make you run to yo mama. And wut you gon do bitch? You gon cuss me out? Cause im talkin bout you. Hell naw..cause whatever you say will come back on you!! I aint worried bout it. Jus worried bout you. Thinkin bout that crazy ass shit you gon do. I never called you fat or N*E shit like that!! So why you trippin cuz?? Get ova shit like that. You cant tell me who I can roll wit n who I cant!! Stop trippin.. Stop fightin... Stop liein.. Get things right.. N get str8!! Cus this shit aint gon work.
Reason for writing:
To some1..n she kno who she is!!
Birth sign: Taurus
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