I hate back & forth’s with people I don’t have I problem with. People who don’t know me from dirt shit, but feed off of little shit & fabricated words.
I understand as humans we get caught in the moment. Now, that in fact is a “dumb” trait. Which is why I don’t judge ppl for their mouths at times.
I’ve said it once & I’ll say it again. If I’m not threatened, I don’t have an issue with you. However, disloyal ppl fall into that category b/c they’re a potential threat, but that’s another story.
Words don’t move me anymore. Words are placed together as a recipe to control one’s actions.
Great ‘Relevant’ Quotes
- “Actions speak louder than words!”.
-“If they don’t know you personally, don’t take it personal!”
People really don’t take the time out to get to really know a person these days. The naive are quick to accept any details or summary they’re provided with, along with a current act.
I just want someone real nasty and real loyal.
If I fall out with someone I may speak of a bit of the BS with someone close to me, but I’ll never have it in me to throw that person completely under the bus & bad mouth them like I never had loyalty for them. If you do, you’re either immature, or you were just a fake from the start. Unless my life has been threatened, it’ll never be extremely serious…
Lately he been flippin’ and, stayin’ on the grind
Tellin’ you that you fine, but he ain’t spendin’ no time
I be pourin’ wine, tryna, knock out your spine
Make you mine, from behind, to some slowed down “Bump n’ Grind”
His thang like a dirty Sweet, from off the street
My thang like a O’ of indo, from Sacremento
Lately y’all been arguing, & he, call you a bitch
Keep me all up in yo’ shit, tryna dig you a new ditch
Now I admit, that he rich, and that his money is good
… I’m fuckin’ on leather and wood
I’m just a yougin’ from the hood, with some dick if ya good
With him, you know that you shouldn’t
With me, you know that you should
Yo pussy snug, like a glove when I push and I shove
Knock her dine, Gotta clown, cause I ain’t makin’ love
See yo’ man the type of guy, to get jealous and hit’cha
But me, I lick ya where he don’t, and suck real hard on yo’ nipple
My game is sharp as a sickle, she love my pickle
And if you gave her a dime, nigga she gave me a nickle
So while you thinkin’, she done jet, she got my dick on her mind
Keep on neglectin’ yo’ gal, young Pimp C be spendin’ yo’ Time.