The Streets
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Last published Wed, May 18, 2016
I was raised in the streets.
It's all I've ever known,
I'm quite a loud girl, I don't back down from any bitch.
I don't go round hoeing and yes I'm single.
Don't get me wrong, I flirt and fuck with boys.
It's nothing serious, I know who I want.
Dante Banks- the local king pin.
He 17, I 16.
He dark skin, I light.
He like hoes, I no hoe.
He hot asf!
I'm Tay Lyon, short for Octavia.
No one call me that.
I'm pretty fine- so I've been told.
Idk what else there is to say.
This is The Streets!
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