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Alfred Hitchcock Mature Version

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Look
As crazy as it sounds that’s the only way to put it down on paper, no I’m not a hater call me up trying to f*** and guess what I don’t call you later
See money don’t mean s*** to me in your fantasy, you can spend as many bens as you want to but it won’t clear up that vocabulary
Trying to sweet talk me into bed, even through in head, praying to God one day hoping one day of coarse I’ll spread my legs
So sick as you lay it on me thick, so I think quick on my feet, and you say I’m talking s***, being slick while we speak
You would think a girl had enough about now, Four months later with all this flirting, can explain that the wife don’t put it down
To be exact never had to question none of that, especially when she would smile in my face and never think about the fact
Her man after me, let’s see hypothetically speaking, he tell her what she wanna hear without me even thinking
Otherwise he tries to manipulize the sunrise coming from my thighs and he rather see that b**** disappear and face off the sunshine
Look I got it like that no need to be blonde, Marilyn Monroe is somebody I rather hear respond, to what this married man has done, completely a target no refund
Chasing things pretty young is backwards for Michael Jackson, now here comes a text message at six forty five, must be at a red light while he texting on the side
Missing me in person is kind of hard for him to decide, rather he wanna be truthfully about it or deny it with his pride
Now look at this, I’m not trying to be a b****, just saying what I have to go through really does happen to exist
This white man wants me on his d***, no need to cover up s***, Right now it’s all in black and white, dead presidents f****** with a role of a snitch
Is it impossible for a man to be unstoppable, of his decision to become somebody undesirable?
That’s the question of the life that I remain to stay plain and be blamed for all these consequences, money now is the new exchange
For everything somehow it all seems strange but f****** with a white individual somehow can’t be explained
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2b2b2 says:

Ha Ha....Love your writes....ONE
 

ToothPick3 says:

Lol thanks yo

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