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a poem i wrote for women

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All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
Nymph, then virgin, nurse, then a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
24/7 baby machine
So he can live out his picket-fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour
The capillaries in my eyes (all day, every day)
Are bursting (therapist, mother, maid)
If our love died (nymph, then virgin)
Would that be the worst thing? (Nurse, then a servant)
For somebody (just an appendage)
I thought was my saviour (live to attend him)
You sure make me do (so that)
A whole lot of labour (he never lifts a finger)
The calloused skin on my hands (24/7)
Is cracking (baby machine)
If our love ends (so he can live out)
Would that be a bad thing? (His picket-fence dreams)
And the silence (it's not an act of love)
Haunts our bed chamber (if you make her)
You make me do too much labour
 
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Write one for me
Damn, that's so sad
K-K-K, K-K-K
Young n***a, I got old cash
Spazzin' on they ass
I got Prada on my hoe ass
Got my last one mad
Pop a n***a like a damn tag
Shoppin' on they ass
I just bought a new old Jag
Yeah, it's so fast
Smokin' flocka, you a jackass
All I smoke is gas
Don't you ask me where the pole at
Where your clothes at?
I ain't talking 'bout my n*****s
Dammit, but y'all tripping, too
Is it you? Damn, my n***a
What the hell got into you?
Project Baby, y'all was skipping in the hallway
I was skipping school
On my Ps and Qs
On them jiggas, call me jiggaboo
Bleeding concrete, bet you
n*****s won't come 'cross the street
Pardon me, I don't talk to you
So don't you talk to me
I ain't dissin' on nobody B
I'm vibin' on the beat
Honestly, I'm just trying to be
I just gotta be
Tryin' to get over on anything
They tellin' lies to me
I spent five on my pinky ring
She love my diamond ring
Anyway, I'm married to the game
She said her vows to me
I ain't getting on my knees
Bae, you bow down to me
You go down for me
You lay down and do the time for me
Sorry, boo, yeah, I lie to you
But don't you lie to me
It's little Kodak, the finesse kid
Boy who hot as me?
Told the doctor I'm a healthy kid
I smoke broccoli
I will run around your
Whole board like Monopoly
Ol' boy, you's a broke boy
Flocka's got you beat
Chocolate, call me Reese's
Can't catch me without the piece
C'est la vie, I'm ten toes down
You falling off your feet
I will trick your ass for a treat
Call it Halloween
Yeah, that money's
What I play for, call it lottery
Goddamn, you's a clown to me
You's a clown to me
You can't smoke no Black & Mild with me
Get in the car with me
You a funny guy
Don't you even joke around with me
How could it be? Get from 'round a G
You grounded from me
I'm a freeband junkie, you a junkie
You getting skinny, I'm getting chunky, getting money
Want some food? Boy, you hungry
I want them hundreds, hundreds
 
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
Nymph, then virgin, nurse, then a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
24/7 baby machine
So he can live out his picket-fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour
The capillaries in my eyes (all day, every day)
Are bursting (therapist, mother, maid)
If our love died (nymph, then virgin)
Would that be the worst thing? (Nurse, then a servant)
For somebody (just an appendage)
I thought was my saviour (live to attend him)
You sure make me do (so that)
A whole lot of labour (he never lifts a finger)
The calloused skin on my hands (24/7)
Is cracking (baby machine)
If our love ends (so he can live out)
Would that be a bad thing? (His picket-fence dreams)
And the silence (it's not an act of love)
Haunts our bed chamber (if you make her)
You make me do too much labour
the TikTok unemployed song
 
Damn, that's so sad
K-K-K, K-K-K
Young n***a, I got old cash
Spazzin' on they ass
I got Prada on my hoe ass
Got my last one mad
Pop a n***a like a damn tag
Shoppin' on they ass
I just bought a new old Jag
Yeah, it's so fast
Smokin' flocka, you a jackass
All I smoke is gas
Don't you ask me where the pole at
Where your clothes at?
I ain't talking 'bout my n*****s
Dammit, but y'all tripping, too
Is it you? Damn, my n***a
What the hell got into you?
Project Baby, y'all was skipping in the hallway
I was skipping school
On my Ps and Qs
On them jiggas, call me jiggaboo
Bleeding concrete, bet you
n*****s won't come 'cross the street
Pardon me, I don't talk to you
So don't you talk to me
I ain't dissin' on nobody B
I'm vibin' on the beat
Honestly, I'm just trying to be
I just gotta be
Tryin' to get over on anything
They tellin' lies to me
I spent five on my pinky ring
She love my diamond ring
Anyway, I'm married to the game
She said her vows to me
I ain't getting on my knees
Bae, you bow down to me
You go down for me
You lay down and do the time for me
Sorry, boo, yeah, I lie to you
But don't you lie to me
It's little Kodak, the finesse kid
Boy who hot as me?
Told the doctor I'm a healthy kid
I smoke broccoli
I will run around your
Whole board like Monopoly
Ol' boy, you's a broke boy
Flocka's got you beat
Chocolate, call me Reese's
Can't catch me without the piece
C'est la vie, I'm ten toes down
You falling off your feet
I will trick your ass for a treat
Call it Halloween
Yeah, that money's
What I play for, call it lottery
Goddamn, you's a clown to me
You's a clown to me
You can't smoke no Black & Mild with me
Get in the car with me
You a funny guy
Don't you even joke around with me
How could it be? Get from 'round a G
You grounded from me
I'm a freeband junkie, you a junkie
You getting skinny, I'm getting chunky, getting money
Want some food? Boy, you hungry
I want them hundreds, hundreds
Touched me
 
Write one for me
Yeah, boy, you know this ass super fat (I ain't lyin', though)
Fuck me good, I'm throwin' that shit back (I'm his favorite ho)
H-h-he wanna kiss me all over my tats (uh, uh, uh, uh, I'ma let him, though)
I'm so fuckin' sexy that he'll text (all these n*****s on go)
F-f-feel myself 'cause I know that I'm that (yeah, bitch, I'm go)
Ridin' through St. Louis in a Scat (and I can't go slow, 'krrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Bust down middle pointer, I got it black (I'm a big fine ho)
Walkin' through the club lookin' like a snack (but you knew that though)
Uh, uh (get it, Sexyy), uh, uh (get it, Sexyy)
Uh, uh (get it, Sexyy), uh, uh (get it, Sexyy)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (whoop-whoop, whoop-whoop-whoop)
Big Sexyy blood, love the hoes, bounce that ass, touch 'em toes (uh-huh)
Booty shorts, coochie swoll', thong all up my booty hole
n*****s cheaters, they on go, trust a n***a, that's a no
He can eat my coochie, though, awesome Johnson got me throned
 
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
Nymph, then virgin, nurse, then a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
24/7 baby machine
So he can live out his picket-fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour
The capillaries in my eyes (all day, every day)
Are bursting (therapist, mother, maid)
If our love died (nymph, then virgin)
Would that be the worst thing? (Nurse, then a servant)
For somebody (just an appendage)
I thought was my saviour (live to attend him)
You sure make me do (so that)
A whole lot of labour (he never lifts a finger)
The calloused skin on my hands (24/7)
Is cracking (baby machine)
If our love ends (so he can live out)
Would that be a bad thing? (His picket-fence dreams)
And the silence (it's not an act of love)
Haunts our bed chamber (if you make her)
You make me do too much labour
woahhh just for me.. I didn’t want our secret romance to come out like this now
 
All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
Nymph, then virgin, nurse, then a servant
Just an appendage, live to attend him
So that he never lifts a finger
24/7 baby machine
So he can live out his picket-fence dreams
It's not an act of love if you make her
You make me do too much labour
The capillaries in my eyes (all day, every day)
Are bursting (therapist, mother, maid)
If our love died (nymph, then virgin)
Would that be the worst thing? (Nurse, then a servant)
For somebody (just an appendage)
I thought was my saviour (live to attend him)
You sure make me do (so that)
A whole lot of labour (he never lifts a finger)
The calloused skin on my hands (24/7)
Is cracking (baby machine)
If our love ends (so he can live out)
Would that be a bad thing? (His picket-fence dreams)
And the silence (it's not an act of love)
Haunts our bed chamber (if you make her)
You make me do too much labour
That was beautiful
 
Yeah, boy, you know this ass super fat (I ain't lyin', though)
Fuck me good, I'm throwin' that shit back (I'm his favorite ho)
H-h-he wanna kiss me all over my tats (uh, uh, uh, uh, I'ma let him, though)
I'm so fuckin' sexy that he'll text (all these n*****s on go)
F-f-feel myself 'cause I know that I'm that (yeah, bitch, I'm go)
Ridin' through St. Louis in a Scat (and I can't go slow, 'krrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Bust down middle pointer, I got it black (I'm a big fine ho)
Walkin' through the club lookin' like a snack (but you knew that though)
Uh, uh (get it, Sexyy), uh, uh (get it, Sexyy)
Uh, uh (get it, Sexyy), uh, uh (get it, Sexyy)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (whoop-whoop, whoop-whoop-whoop)
Big Sexyy blood, love the hoes, bounce that ass, touch 'em toes (uh-huh)
Booty shorts, coochie swoll', thong all up my booty hole
n*****s cheaters, they on go, trust a n***a, that's a no
He can eat my coochie, though, awesome Johnson got me throned
❤️
 
sunni classic
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Yeah, boy, you know this ass super fat (I ain't lyin', though)
Fuck me good, I'm throwin' that shit back (I'm his favorite ho)
H-h-he wanna kiss me all over my tats (uh, uh, uh, uh, I'ma let him, though)
I'm so fuckin' sexy that he'll text (all these n*****s on go)
F-f-feel myself 'cause I know that I'm that (yeah, bitch, I'm go)
Ridin' through St. Louis in a Scat (and I can't go slow, 'krrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Bust down middle pointer, I got it black (I'm a big fine ho)
Walkin' through the club lookin' like a snack (but you knew that though)
Uh, uh (get it, Sexyy), uh, uh (get it, Sexyy)
Uh, uh (get it, Sexyy), uh, uh (get it, Sexyy)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (whoop-whoop, whoop-whoop-whoop)
Big Sexyy blood, love the hoes, bounce that ass, touch 'em toes (uh-huh)
Booty shorts, coochie swoll', thong all up my booty hole
n*****s cheaters, they on go, trust a n***a, that's a no
He can eat my coochie, though, awesome Johnson got me throned
did u read what spaceghostpurpp said ab sexy red
 
nah waht he say, this nga hates everyone tho even bladee
long but basically she got like 50 trains ran on her by bloodhound n*****s whilst she had a bf with a kid and had to leave st louis cuz of it
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