They ask me
Are you a top or bottom
Top bitch
I'm dominating all these hoes
Knock out my foes, clean
Superman strength, Joker, Fiend
My ass looks great in these jeans
I'm slap these hoes asses like
Santa Claus, hoe hoe
These hoes are a joke
I'm a Top Bitch
You're a bottom bitch
Whenever I throw a hoe
A curve, they flinch
Curving these hoes
For the right one
But not today you fucker
Appearance wise, I'm a looker
They laugh, like hoes,
I'm the Joker
These hoes have no chill
And no ice
Look at my wrist
Diamond watch, North pole
I got cherries like Dole
Lick the clit
I get payment
Slide the card
Through the slit
My ass fat
My waist fat
Yeah I'm fat bitch
But men like the juice
Pull up in the
Barbie-mo-bill
Give it the juice
My man
Driving his pimp-mo-bill
Swerve to the left
Swerve to the right
These hoes can't slay
To save their life
No need for me to go
Under the knife
I drive fast, race car
I'll go far
Leave these hoes
Behind like lost children
I'm the boss
Bitch you're fired
I'm so dam tired
Of these bitches
Latching on
Like they breastfeeding
My man stay eating
He always feeding
On this delicious pussy
These hoes are nothing
But pussys
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A Journey Through My Soul
PoesíaThis is a collection of short poems I wrote. Please be aware that some contain sexual content, and as well as descriptions of depression that might trigger some people .
