No wonder my side piece always telling me she quit her job.
a side piece quittin her job...

the fuuuuuuk
never let a bytch think u got her locked down.. like a muhfukkin square
slap that bytch.. give that rat head hoe a concussion for coming to that conclusion
better get that bytch some rollerskates and a yoyo.... n tell her to go hoe..
n quit lettin that bytch think...got damn me...
Couldnt be me...
tell that bytch
i aint ya boyfriend baby i dont want no sex..hell i dont think u even qualified to know that shyt
no income bytch u been done.. got damn me
hellllllo