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She was too damn pretty to sleep like the animal she wasn’t. That shit wouldn’t ever not be funny to me.
Mommas was the total package and a nigga would have to put me in the mud before I came up off her. When I laid down to take my final rest, I wanted to sleep well knowing that I had everlasting love, endless top, and a piece of the ocean lying right beside me each day.
Mommas looked like money. My money. The kind that couldn’t fold. Wouldn’t fold. And didn’t run out.
I can be a bit toxic sometimes. I don’t mean no harm. I just need somebody that can get with my shit when I’m getting with the shit. I can’t take a motherfucker that’s gon’ run cry. Nah, come punch me in my eye. Black that motherfucker so I know not to play with you no more.”