I have a dope bitch.
*She avoids fighting at all costs, cuz she knows if it comes to that, she will put any bitch in the I.C.U.
*She thoroughly enjoys giving me T.O.P. and does it better than any chick I ever encountered.
*She can recite the lyrics to any song Boss recorded…especially this one.
*She constantly smells like cocoa butter, Camay, baby powder, African Black estrogen, perfume from the African incense man, and a leather-bound bible.
*Toes did. Nails did. Hair did.
*Titties perfectly manufactured at Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.
*Body that make you wanna slap a yt baby.
*Tough as nails. Sensitive as a rotten tooth.
*Knows the difference between good and bad ox-tails.
*Always ready to freestyle…unless she’s high as shit.
*Keeps a good job and a clean house.
*Always ready to run a game of H-O-R-S-E…she can ball.
*She’s certified GP status in every hood in the Bean. Axe somebody.
*Only celebrity she would be impressed meeting is Stevie J.
If you got a dope bitch, leave a comment about her, and rock this new Dream/Pusha T shit while you poast in the name of Sensitive Thug Love.