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Now ya girl got a lot to say so just sit back shut up and let her do it her way. Hell yea ya girl cried a few times here and there yea there was alota pain in her life dat she couldn’t bare. Now ya girl upgraded she never shows her fear and when she cry best believe they gonna be gangsta tears. Just call her the Tasmanian devil with the way she be tearing s**t apart. But ya’ll can’t stop her ya girl here to smart. She can blow up quick and knock you outta sight. Just call her J.J Offa good times cause she dynamite. Nothing will eva stop her she indestructible like U.S army steel. Best believe she’ll serve you wants coming to you like it was a meal. You wanna shake wit that cuz she’ll give you da earthquake. Or do you want a lesson on da side telling you wants real and fake. Ya girl Neva knew her wrongs from rights. You say something wrong about my girl you in for a fright. You can’t compare her to you hell naw no way and always remember she better then you each and everyday. It’s just the minor fact that my girl real and she tell it like it needs to be she’ll tell you da small things dat your dumb a** can’t see. She is the best person in the world no she not just someone she my girl.
- by xXx-I_R3p_s3Xii-xXx |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/09/2008 |
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- Title: My Girl
- Artist: xXx-I_R3p_s3Xii-xXx
- Description: Thiz poem iz about my best friend and can be dedicated 2 one of your best friendz
- Date: 08/09/2008
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- x AbStrAcT o - 12/24/2008
- its ok, but maybe put it in a poem format
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