(it's girl) she lives door to the that i loiter at we talk every night, she cry to me her guy and if we text, i get pissed i get no reply
(it's girl) i that she's the key to love she is who i'm thinking of when i beating richard up the mental images her face the closest that i got was when i'm poking her on
(this girl) chats are so exciting, cause it's like she is inviting me to her world of privacy i'm getting up, i think she's liking me she's gullible, and i just wanna take it like a (aargh)
(this girl) i see her in not really two doors down, but any that i pass to a piss in a stall, i picture us in the hall lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dick my left on her tits, aw my shit's getting hard some of dating this bitch
(it's girl) her name is my (... fuck)
(this girl) all my niggas got they and stuff but all the bitches, they i know these is sluts but special, i know to ya'll i come off as rough but i'm the nicest to her, and i want to concur a relation, i want the dates at the movies and walks at the beach, and sharin' straws in a cup i never had that, so when we holdin' hands walkin' i look past that, the fact she's fucking that i hate but...
(this girl) things are looking great, cut last that we talked, she said her relationship was rocky now that mr. faggot's gone, their's no one that can me from her, i got these tickets to the roxies
(this girl) day, metro's taking me home i see her in a cut at wendy's, but not alone who's that guy, wait, why the fuck he 'bout to her? to find out she got back with her... nigga... (damn) damn... fuck...
(it's girl) x2 she's so pretty, fuck pity, i feel so shitty i wanna her in a jealous rage, but if she replied or say anything, smile, i know
what do i do with myself? sit in my room for days play xbox with piles full of wet socks, that
(this girl)
my asked "ace, what happened to such and such?" i her name, and then, em' i probably fucked or i could tell em the and say she didn't like me much but i lie and say she moved to nebraska...
(it's girl...)