what the fuck there is two?
Girls, stop acting like you want a guy with traits like Romeo.
Bitch! That’s a fucking lie.
You always talk about how every man’s fake and you can’t take it, and you want something real, shut up tramp, save it.
Twice a week you put on your make-up and damn bracelets and head to the club, half naked with your ass shaking.
Pulling a low-life nigga who claim he cash making.
Till you let him hit and find out he works at a gas station.
One of them niggas got you pregnant, and you can’t raise it.
But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement.
You want Romeo? Then act patient.
And stop fronting, like he in the club, posting in the back waiting.
It’s the club, where guys put on a new persona.
After they get loaded with a few Coronas.
They always shouting and wile out with habits that very few condone of.
Then they look for beautiful, brainless bitches like you to bone ‘em.
Then when they leave you, you cry and cry.
Talking ‘bout, "Oh my god I can’t find a guy, I’ve spent so many years and I’ve tried and tried, why am I even on Earth? I should die."
You want Romeo, you’re not worthy, you’re cock thirsty.
You’re nasty and probably got Herpes.
Sometimes the secret to find, is to stop searching.
Try a new formula, cause your last one’s not working.
Bitch! That’s a fucking lie.
You always talk about how every man’s fake and you can’t take it, and you want something real, shut up tramp, save it.
Twice a week you put on your make-up and damn bracelets and head to the club, half naked with your ass shaking.
Pulling a low-life nigga who claim he cash making.
Till you let him hit and find out he works at a gas station.
One of them niggas got you pregnant, and you can’t raise it.
But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement.
You want Romeo? Then act patient.
And stop fronting, like he in the club, posting in the back waiting.
It’s the club, where guys put on a new persona.
After they get loaded with a few Coronas.
They always shouting and wile out with habits that very few condone of.
Then they look for beautiful, brainless bitches like you to bone ‘em.
Then when they leave you, you cry and cry.
Talking ‘bout, "Oh my god I can’t find a guy, I’ve spent so many years and I’ve tried and tried, why am I even on Earth? I should die."
You want Romeo, you’re not worthy, you’re cock thirsty.
You’re nasty and probably got Herpes.
Sometimes the secret to find, is to stop searching.
Try a new formula, cause your last one’s not working.
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