Think I Did That?
Tell me, is that why you're such a d*ck? Because you have the part but still can't hit? Even if up it could go, mad 'cuz the smallest "sleeves" hang a bit? Even if she wasn't with a girl, to her you still ain't sh*t!
If she wouldn't bust me in my ish, I'd ask her to sell you a bit; but she'd rather denounce her sexual appetite or remain celibate; rather pray with the nuns all day in a secluded convent than list you as a credible has been
While the possibility of me hating on you crosses your mind, don't forget I'm well acquainted with the prize between her thighs; matter fact, I'm still the one who holds the look in her eyes; ain't my fault you overshot, now you falling from way too high
Don't believe me? That's your business but cool, don't take it from me; seek out her heart but recognize that it's hidden in me; feel free to feel some type of way 'cuz she'd rather be with me; but save your whining for that "d*ke b*tch" that cares...that ain't me 🖕
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