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Originally Posted by Vulgar
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Lets fight fam. Look at that right hand. ‘tips for girls’ is a dead end holmes
‘cause your twelve years old and already getting imaginary-friend zoned
You can’t learn. You got that phaggot look like it’s my damn turn…!
But your friends making old flames, and all you got is lanterns.
You’d never hold a dutch. You got the phaggot role in the cobra clutch
Sitting in your red solo chair while everyone else got their red solo cup
You’re a blur, sexually. No-never text-mc
Game plan; “How far can I get from this girl next to me?”
Woodrow Wilsons Briefcase? Dope, but I don’t need it
Because you look like Barrack Obama’s closet full of secrets
Vulgar? Ill textcee. Non brag type, always in the bag type.
But you’re a no name to me, like every bitch who saw your nametag that night.