Black Poetry : Wannabe Bling-Bling

Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by Aaliyahmonet, May 8, 2002.

  1. Aaliyahmonet

    Aaliyahmonet Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    A scrub is a man who thinks he's the bomb, says' he's got 5 cars knowing that he ain't got it. Who wants to sit on his *** all day on hand and foot, while his lady comes home washes, cleans, feeds, and cooks. But first, he sees a nice woman walking down a public street, then you're in the passenger side, thinking who is this old G, he sits up there, flashing his fake bling-bling and money, while he's running game to you, trying to get some **** .....

    He says he has his own crib, but he still stayin with his mama, and later you find out that he's havin baby-mama drama, so you tell me is he really a G, or a wannabe bling-bling.
     
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    Sweet Little Aaliyah

    i'm at a lost for words :lol:

    keep writing dear

    pdiddy
     
  3. msluciousb

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    YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO ASK?

    Child you know you was spitting some truth right there.
    And I got tickled in spite of myself. Cause since the TLC
    outed these brothers a few years back you would think
    that they know that they are all played out.
    But, unfortunately there are some desperate and lonely
    women out here and they fall for that line.
    Now being home with Momma ain't always a sign that
    a brother is a scrub, and I qualify that by saying when
    men get divorced they are (if they pay child support) in
    abject poverty for a minute sometimes male/female you
    got to do what you go to do.
    But , my measure is No Job:eek:
    No car and no prospects :nono: :nono: :nono: :uhoh: :uhoh:
    BLESSING ON YA HOUSE!
     
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