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Let one muthafucka get off with mild repercussions, and they all gon’ think shit is a game. I run shit with an iron fist. I ain’t the big homie ’round this bitch. I’m the boss. I’m a cool ass nigga so long as you do what the fuck you ’posed to and don’t cross me, but I ain’t for the disrespect.
As much as niggas pretended, no real man, no alpha, wanted a weak bitch by his side. Weak women were good for fucking, bending to your rules, and anything else that wouldn’t cause an inconvenience for a nigga who didn’t have long term intentions. Weak females weren’t there to be yo’ fucking partner, build with you, raise yo’ fucking kids.
“Baby, I’m a man. My dick be hard just ’cause it’s Tuesday. Don’t flatter yaself.”
If you wanted to fuck another nigga, you could’ve done that, and I would’ve still been fucking you when I wanted to. I don’ hit plenty of bitches that ain’t loyal to me, ’cause they not mine, and I don’t give a fuck. Long as I’m not raw dogging and not licking on that shit, you can do whatever the fuck you want with it. It ain’t mine.”
you may have been loyal with ya pussy, but you wasn’t loyal in any other capacity. A bitch loyal to me don’t shake her ass on other niggas and goad them into commenting on her in a sexual manner. A woman loyal to me don’t seek validation from any other nigga but me.
No woman who love me would be willing to share me.”
When she told me to cut off my roster, I did that shit with no hesitation. The right woman ain’t gon’ have to make much of a fucking peep to get the right nigga to do what he s’posed to.”
Would never lose the woman I love over my pride or my fucking ego, and especially not over random pussy. Pussy is good, but the gratification is short lived in comparison to having that one.”
