patience is a virtue
that "Im like a brother to you remember?" line is classic
Had to bring it up, thats what sealed the deal.
patience is a virtue
that "Im like a brother to you remember?" line is classic
You might be the lamest nikka on google Earth
Long story short, 2 months ago I wanted to fukk, she said no.
Me = friendzoned
Tonight we went to poetry thing at the college, we was busy trading memes and her friend comes up
ol girl was but her head was a strange cause of her low cut I guess, but her body
She introduced us and we hit it off, afterwards we exchanges numbers
During the drive back to my car, she was quiet. I asked her and she said I should know why
im like fukk u mean I should know, Im like a brother to you remember?
She starts mumbling and crying so she broke it down, how she really felt, but fukk that I want her friend now.
We bout to skype in a few
Get friendzoned brehs
I dunno how y'all nikkas sit through dem spoken word shyts. I went to one of dem joints wit mah cousin last year. Almost had serenade one of her homeboys wit summa dat sweet chin music for gettin outta pocket wit da obnoxious pretentiousness.
Spot was littered wit nothin but a bunch of fake ass Darius Lovehall ass nikkas.
breh some of those women who do spoken word are some of the most passionate, sexual, non hoodrat types you will ever meet. Natural hair and the kitten is usually very untamed if you know what I mean. I used to go to spoken word nights at college just to meet chicks lmao
i always think of some jill scott/ angie stone type broad afro up reading
is that a stereotype or true?
I dunno how y'all nikkas sit through dem spoken word shyts. I went to one of dem joints wit mah cousin last year. Almost had serenade one of her homeboys wit summa dat sweet chin music for gettin outta pocket wit da obnoxious pretentiousness.
Spot was littered wit nothin but a bunch of fake ass Darius Lovehall ass nikkas.
i went to a spot in montclair that be doing them events...son they mad bougie lmaoif youre into natural hair cultural strong black women, poetry sessions the spot.
i mean just looking at her friend with them leggins on and a small jean jacket, while she was spitting that fire on the mic