Yeah yeah, what it do, what it do, this G-L-AMEOW right here up in this bitch. Wigga wigga what?
Don't get your bitch-ass near me, aight? I'm Level 8, man, and imma cut you. Imma cut you. I know Scratch, bitch. Imma scratch you with these claws, aight? ME-OW!
I ain't frontin'. I ain't doin' no shit like that.
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Trainer:
Bitch, you gotta lot of attitude fo' a nappy-headed ho.
GUESS WHAT, BITCHES, GUESS WHAT!posted Dec 30th 2010, 4:43PM
Mood: Confident
OKAY, SO, YEAH, THESE LAME-ASS DIRTY-ASS HOS BE FRONTIN', ALL UP IN MY GRILL,
TRYNA START SOME SHIT WIT' ME, I DON'T KNOW WHY, I DIDN'T DO NUTTIN, FO SERIOUS MY NERIOUS,
THESE BITCHES IS WACK AS FUCK.
WELL, THESE BROADS BETTER STEP OFF, 'CAUSE THEY IN FO' A BEATIN'.