Chicken head broad

by Tye   Apr 19, 2006


Don't get me wrong
I'm not trying to hate,
but it look like her teeth is fighting for space.

Talk her stuff but can't back it up,
she got a five dollar bra to hold her deep cups.

She got a stick in her nose as a ring,
and the new girl on her braids is a tragedy.

Thinking she's cute with the new hair she bought,
proud she's a number fan of that chicken head flock.

She's got some nerve talking bout me,
she's got rub burns on her knees that's easy to see.

A girl like her that I can not stand,
she's laughing now cause she's got my man.

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  • 18 years ago

    by innocentcrybaby

    Whoa...that was crazy...didnt expect that 'diss" @ da end...it was mad kool tho...keep writting...

    coya crybaby*

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