Britt

my girl just hit me up she said we done talking she suck me like a mosquito she must be bugging she say she on her period and that she needs some loving I told she beautiful and she blushing this rap shit is too easy my bars be too cheesy money green like kiwi hand sweaty its too greasy she screaming, speakeasy she white, she creamy I need more checks cuz these nike's make me wheezy aint talking shirts or polos but she gave the whole crew- neck I'm so high im in outer space I feel like star trek I dont like stacks of cash I love stacks of check love is like cruising then it must be suite life on deck she like how im dressing but I aint no salad she hopping like bugs bunny and she eats her carrots she act to bad, she get on my nerves she gonna get a demerit