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Mistaken Identity
No credit card, savings tapped, broke bitch is trying to cut back
So I'm praying fo Prata while searching the budget racks at TJmax
Phat Pharm jeans! size eight, tight cut,- damn 40 dollas
That's when dis fat broad screams "Dere go dat bitch named Shaquonda!"
Big broad approached wid a quickness,I turn like yo whats da business
to find a bitch as big as blubba wid da nerve to have on fish nets
She like "I'm Poochie from Nashville, don't act like u don't know"
I know her feet are from Ashville and her clothes are from Im-A-Hoe
She say "Oh you don't remember me"
I say " Weed kills short term memory, plus I'm not that bitch Shaquonda and I never been to Tenessee"
Hoe like" You fucked my baby dad his real name Will dey call em Billy"
I know she MAD no man I've had would ever fuck this Free WillY
I'm like " I never had yo guy" I turn like fuck dis ho reply. "She like I know yo stank ass had him hoe so why yo gonna lie."
That's when I just fucking lost it. I drew the line but she crossed it. " I'm like yeah I fucked yo man he was squirting out nut like a faucet.
"We fucked in every position. " The bitch big eyes started twiching." " We fucked throughout yo house bedroom, kid's room and kitchen. "
"Matter of fact he didn't mention that yall was a couple, when he smacked my ass and told me my titties were supple"
"When I saw yo clothes in the closet he said dey was his grandmamas. I believed em who else would wear 3xl old fashion pajamas"
"He said his baby mama is a whore and your coochie smells like mold"
He said you stank and McGilla Gorrilla had a better chance of being sold"
The bitch looked at me through tears "I knew all these years that he was playing my ass and switching hoes like gears"
She walked away like a punk leaving nothing but da funk. I picked out my jeans, bought the shit and put the bags in the trunk.
I look at the back of my Honda peep personal plates that say "Ylanda" hop in the car and proceed to cuss out my twin sister. . . Shaquonda.
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