These Hoes Ain’t Loyal
Loyal
I wasn’t born last night
I know these hoes ain’t right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
But she ain’t have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
N*gga, that’s that nerve
Why give a b*tch your heart when she’d rather have a purse?
Why give a b*tch an inch when she’d rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I’m the shit, oh
N*gga, that’s that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this b*tch, no flamingos
And I done did everything, but trust these hoes
Shape
Coby – [On Point.] Realistic. Shapes. (Contact Bryce – Micah Forsythe in world)
Skin
[ MUDSKIN ]_Demian_Tone3
Head Game
:COEXIST: Vintage Bulls Strapbk
Accessories
Unisex[MANDALA]EARGASM Headphones*(wear me*)
(R) UNISEX[MANDALA]Chunkeey_Jewelry_Set_Silver
(L) -CUFF-(SILVER Metal) [MANDALA]Hokusai bracelet /BLACK
::Mr.Poet::Leather Backpack
Body
:COEXIST: Thotty Red T-Shirt
*chronokit* Cropped Sarrouel Pants Black
Kicks
FLite. Masters Red (Project Limited Round 1 -over)
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