her baby daddy's drink together
at bars and talk about how leaving nut in
that pretty lowlife bytch was a curse.
BD1: pull a stool up mike.

BD2: how are things going man?

BD3: floating man.

BD1: 1st round on me and then it's a pitcher.

BD3: still looking for a new gig?

BD2: bytch got child support on me to.

BD1: i'm in mom's basement with no cable.

BD3: got a fat white girl holding shyt down.

BD2: she got any friends?

BD3: i'ma put a word in for you my dude.

BD2: cant believe i shot at you over that hoe.

BD3: I did get you jumped by crips.

BD1: man fukk that bytch!!!!

BD3: we got some pretty kids though!!!!

BD2: my son gonna have mad bytches.

BD1: we dont even know if them kids ours my nikka.

BD3:

BD2:

BD1: bytch gave me herpes......just saying.

BD3: when was your last outbreak

BD2: I'm nestle crunch as we speak