by erica   Nov 27, 2003

Gyrl you been drinkin dat haterade
Beleave me its nothin like gaterade
You just mad cuz I took your man!
you so white you need a tan
Gyrl you been hatin for years
Sh*t Im glad he left your a** in tears
You tried to take him from me
You even gave him your key
He does and will always love me forever
He even took me to meet his mother
Someone you will never meet
Look at whose in the cold seat
So I am now closin dis statement to you
Go home and bowhowho


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