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Bridie:BIOTCH PLEASE, YOU KNOW THAT'S ME
FUCKIN GLOCK IN HAND AT THE AGE OF THREE
EVEN MY RHYMES MAKE YOU 1, 2 STEP
Y'ALL CAN'T BEGIN TO TOUCH MY STREET REP.
Me:SHUT UP WITH ALL YOUR BLABS, YOU ONLY GOT A BAD CASE OF CRABS.
Bridie:Crabs? What crabs? Girl, you trippin'.
Let go of all that Colt 45 you been sippin.
Cause seriously nig, if you think you 'bout to win,
You got another thing comin, since I'm badder than sin.
Me:okay girl, I see how it is
I'm like Freddy Kruegar, dats how it is
I can be your worst nightmare
That no nig can bare
So take your shitty ass lines and stick them in your vag
I'm the baddest nig, without a badge
Bridie:Nigga I don't get nightmares since a real thug never sleeps.
Got my gat loaded before that damn 6 a.m. beep.
And as for my vag and shoving my lines in it
I got your man up there, I don't think they'll fit.
OHHHHHHH
ROFLROFL
SERIOUSLY, OWNED.
Me:ROFLROFL ALRIGHT ALRIGHT.
Whatev nig, you're the biggest whore in town
You see a guy and you're already willing to put it down
Your vag is like a walk in closet
waiting for any nig to deposit
I don't know what you're talking bout "owning me"
This is all just text
I can't wait to see what your nasty ass lines bring next
Bridie:Oh, Geena, oh please. It's cute that you tried.
But you know deep down that your ass is fried.
Like an egg on the pan, I'm smokin' your shit.
So do me a favor and stfu a bit.
You're sitting there calling telling ME I'M the whore,
When your legs fly open infinity times more.
Look sweetheart, you're hot, but you ain't got the brain
To shoot me down like I've shot you in this game.
Me:I've got bitches up in here cheerin me on
I think I'm bout to be gone
I have to admit your game is tight
I just got owned by a hotass bitch tonight
Nig, I like your skills
you're real ill, hit me up sometime ma
but this isn't what I'm about
fuck it, I'm out.
rofl, nice nice Bridie. You're m'kaying awesome. <333 I'm just gonna sit and watch now.
bahahah
Bridie:I'm lovin' that rhyme one hundred percent, see.
Ain't no hateration up in our dancery.
I'm ill, you're real, & we ain't got them crabs or scabies.
So I'm up fo' that hittin', and makin' of some babies.
Dear G to the double E to the N to the A,
I will <3 you for forever and a day.