1-8-7-Skillz
Superstar
i despise dudes...like that because it's not only so uneccesary ...it's so far removed from REALITY...
I was listening to this street cat whose also an author say in an interview.."dudes do dumb shyt like that cause they ASSUME that's what real nikkas are doing"...
but REAL DUDES don't do shyt like that...i got a patnah who is banked up...mad property and houses on deck....retired military at the age of 42....
and he NEVER bought these byatches dranks.....only for HIS lady or maybe a dude like me when discussing business....
me and him was at a lounge laughing at this one cat whom we knew whom must have gotten his tax refund check at the time ...
cause he was just inviting random byatches over to his side of the bar to get dranks and shyt...
and these hoes would get thier drank..smile and chat a little then go take thier dranks to somewhere else in the club to go kick it with other byatches and nikkas
and we just laughing CAUSE WE KNOW HE AIN'T GOT IT LIKE THAT...
and he ain't accomplished nothing ..he just has low self esteem and was thirsty for attention....
they don't realize THEY (simps) fukking up the game for all of us...cause THESE HOES THINKING THAT SHYT IS OUR OBLIGATION..
one of these byatches that night stepped to my patnah and during the convo asked.."how bout you buy me a drank?"
mane my dude gave her this stern look and just laughed and gave her a lecture on how she need to do better in life and gtfoh
Its like those dudes think that bytches are morally obligated to give up the p*ssy after a few drinks but in reality they just draining your fukkin purse to have an evening of free drinks with actual players
So we just talked & kicked it there and after a while we decided to leave for a party. On the ride that bytch was talkin to me all the time, wanting to take pictures and so on. When we arrived at the party we went to the bar to get something to drink and thats when the bullshyt began. When we got to the dancefloor this bytch started talkin to all types of dudes within reach and basically opened up a fukkin circle with like 5 dudes tryna talk to her & shyt. I was like 
) because shyt made no sense. But I was of course stupid enough to still think I could do it and went outside when she suddenly followed me and was talkin nonstop to me again, huggin & shyt. I was like 
but of course shyt didnt end well and I took a major l. When we went out she started joining a nother group of dudes and I was all 
again. Just in this moment my homie got into some beef with some random flabby n sick dude and I lost track of her. like 10 minutes later me & some of the guys in her first group saw her makin out with some hella random dude near the entrance and I was like 
from now on and never look back.
dayum sounds like my story...............
but my credit score dropped like 50 points cause i ended up defaulting on those ring payments
Where the scarlett letters at?
2 of them dudes smashed and apparently there was a train ran on her with other co-workers including manager after a work barbecue. I felt like a naive b*stard... 
