I READ A COMMENT ON A BLOG ABOUT A RAPPER'S STRIPPER GIRLFRIEND...and i came up with this story. Tell me if you like it, love it, hate it.
“My name is Scarlet, and yes I do love the color red. Why? Because a bad bxtch don’t fxck with stupid shxt and I kill fake bxtches, they get bled.
Fxck pretty girl swag… The Baddest Bxtch got a mad swag so strong that niggas get scared real fast. Running from commitment because they forget how long good pussy last. That cheap s*** gets thrown to the trash.
Forever forgotten unless…
He get real desperate, too lazy to find someone like me. The chase is gone, I might as well stop running.
The cat is sleeping. And the rat that’s supposed to be in the alleyway is creeping up, laying right next to what was almost mine and she put me out to be the enemy while he falls in love with the real enemy, my enemy.
I’m the mouse who’s supposed to be laying right next to him, quietly asleep. An angel.
No. I’m sitting in the cold looking in on what I want to see.
Things need to change. I can’t do it on my own unless I get in the shooting range. Work up my gears and start it up in the game.
Suck my c**kiness and lick my persuasion. I gotta get mean and go hard, nigga fxck is you saying.
Yeah, I used to be nice but that bxtch pressed my buttons, im now impatient.
These bxtches out here is fake and I’m too real - I’m out here coming. To pick out the weeds from what’s supposed to be a beautiful garden.
The chase is gone, but I’m still falling. No one to catch me.
Men are so busy watching asses shake and making it rain - they can’t hear me calling.
Bout to be the coldest winter ever, a real bxtch balling.
Fxck you pay me now for my love cause it ain’t easy. Love is money, that make s*** easy?
Nigga that’s bullshxt, it could’ve been breezy. You out here fxcking with fake bxtches, you making shxt cheesy.
I’m looking at you and ya girl like, damn she sleazy. What happened to sophisticated, independent, classy?
Well…I guess the trend is now nasty. Since it is that, I am extremely disgusted, flabbergasted.
Fxck a relationship, it’s all about lust. That’s what you think, ain’t it? I ain’t for that shxt, getting famous?
If I was to ever become known, bxtch it’s cause I’m talented. And I ain’t working my body on no nigga like it ain’t no muthaf***in challenge - like there‘s real competition in that kind of ‘job‘. That ain’t even a job... Hers - partying, fxcking, and getting wasted. OMG girl, you deserve a round of applause.
Bxtch please, fxck outta here.
When I hear that that bxtch feet hurt from sitting up at a real job - working her ass off after graduating college and then coming home to take care of her man and paying all the bills - independently with none of his credit cards or cash - please give me a call.
Maybe I’ll change my mind.
Show me the checks with her name on it. I ain’t talking about no stacks or no racks or no bank rolls, pimp; self-made, i got the pen to write my checks - she got it from you, something given.
You see what I’m talking about, I’m talkin bout legit. Talking about waking up with goals that I’ve always wanted to accomplish.
Nothing just to pass by. Something that I want to last like…
Like I know what my future should look like.
It ain’t perfect because nobody is perfect. I ain’t saying that. I’m just saying that I’m a real bxtch, a bad one…so make that fake bxtch fall the fxck back.
You know what…you can keep that nigga, I don’t want him. He’s yours. Cause if he can buy you like he buy clothes and jewelry and cars, then what i want him when i now know that the relationship wouldn't truly go far.
Anyway, who the fxck is you? Somebody please tell me who this chick who’s getting all this free shxt.
Real talk, she clock into the hotel like I clock out at my work location -a business women.
I’m riding in my Ashton. She pass by in the Lambo like she coming off a ransom. Money in the back, bag open, green paper. Strapped in like children, it’s too crazy I’m tweakin. This bxtch don’t cater.
This is too much, that’s a teaser. Let me get down to the bar, so bartender…gimme a couple of chasers.
I just got paid, it‘s Friday night, bout to get drunk cause I‘m stressed from work - bad bxtch out, later.”
I drop the microphone and walk off the stage, the crowd clapping and giving me a standing ovation.
They thought...that it was JUST...something. Nothing.
Out here, shxt is real and it is a game. The BADDEST Bxtch is not easy to come by and i know plenty. Who's the realest bad bxtch?