First of all I never knew your birthday was this weekend or even knew your exact age, it's no reason to know cuz we are just fukking. I never said merry Xmas not cuz you Muslim but cuz I didn't feel the need to say it to you or even say happy new year.. .. Valentine's Day I admit I did hit you up on the 13th or was it the 15th cuz you don't get the 14th cuz I knew your husband at the time didnt. I only found out your real name 2 years ago when I got that Facebook friend invite and I chewed you out for being sloppy by sending me that invite. I never called you by your real name, still don't, you was known to me as "hey you" or "Sup" and stored you in my phone as POF# 22 . When your moms died and you found out you had a lump in your ttitty from your mammogram, it took alot out of me to say "feel better " and gave you a day to get over your mom and fukked you the next day after the funeral . I'm real simple, when I come thru and bust my nut I get dress and leave while u still in the wet bed but to show some humanity by acknowledging you by smacking your phat ass or kissing my fingers and planting a deuce sign kiss on your forehead and close the doors cuz your neighborhood hood af and I know you be falling asleep after sex . bytch please, having known all this, you tight about me not saying happy birthday day to you. Really? You too old for this, when you said you were having a party with at least 100 people, I didn't get tight when I didn't hear I was invited. I know my place. I kept it moving. See God don't like ugly so that's why your period came on for your birthday so I saw the next bytch since Blackhawk was done. Today is like day 4 of your period so imma come hollar, maybe Thursday - Fri once that p*ssy air out a few days. Going forward I think we should chill with the pillow talk because it invites questions and conversations we don't need to have.
