The Wifey Type
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The quiet one..the one that nobody ever got to know in school.
Always minded her business but still walked around with that "I'll fvck a bish up" face.
She was...different.
Her aura drawed me to her out of all these girls.
Her kick game was up there, her gear was fresh & cute but tomboyish, her tough ass tupac nose piercing, a short tough lil thick jawn with a dimpled face...but ya never saw it cause she never smiled.
Something told me she was gone be hard to get, but this chase was worth it.
I never thought like this about any other chick i went with...
Something told me SHE was the wifey type.
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