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>I just wrote my first song based on personal experiences can I please get them rated by an expert rapper like you it would mean a lot
>I got a story to tell, man, I got a story to tell
>Got a story to tell, I got a story to tell
>On this night, Chris met Tiffany
>Tiffany was at the club wearing Tiffany
>In the middle of the club, they played Central Cee
>And that's how they met, I guess it's meant to be
>Tiff came to the table, asked for a drink
>Chris was like, "You a baddie, shit, what's good with me?"
>They went shot after shot as he lit the tree
>Drinkin' like they ain't tryna have memory
>When Future came on, she like, "This my song"
>Poppin' ass, Chris like, "I gotta get her home"
>Cardi B came on, she started showin' thong
>Like, "Ayy, " with her tongue out, she in that mode
>Chris in that zone, he was tryna roll
>Drunk off the liq', he was tryna score
>His homies wasn't ready, though
>His homie met a bitch with ass that wiggle like jelly, though
>So they stayed, more liquor got chased
>Drunk and high, they was in a daze
>Chris like, "Whatever Tiff want, okay"
>Tiff thinkin' like, "I found my bae"
>And this chick that Chris knew walked up
>Tiff knew her too, but Tiff tried to hide her face
>She lookin' at Chris, like, "Don't do it"
>Tiff lookin' at the bitch kinda sideways
>As shit gettin' weird, shit gettin' weird
>Chris see, but he drunk, his vision barely clear
>Tiff like, "Let's go, let's get out of here"
>Chris drunk, if he drive, he probably hit a deer
>Fuck you, bitch
>Nah, bitch, fuck you
>Nah, bitch, fuck you, bitch (both you bitches, back the fuck up)
>You jealous-ass bitch (nah)
>Fuck you, you ho bitch (both you bitches trippin')
>You, fuck you, you jealous (back the fuck, back the fuck up))
>Fuck you, bitch
>All the commotion made him sober up
>They told him his hoes was fightin' in the club
>Chris like, "Nigga, fight for what?
>That wasn't my ho, we ain't never fucked"
>His homie like, "I don't know, this shit a dub
>But the bitch was for sure tryna tell you somethin'"
>"Huh? Nigga, tell me what?"
>"Shit, I don't know, " "Nah, nigga, tell me what?"
>Then Chris like, "Fuck that, we gone
>Where Tiffany? Tell her ass come on, come on
>We got a long drive home"
>So they walked to the car with her ass, Tiff alone
>But in the car, they ain't even speak
>Soon as Tiffany got in, she fell asleep
>Chris drivin', laid back in his seat
>Thinkin' how he finna beat them cheeks
>Thinkin' she ain't know she met a freak
>Finna give this girl all technique
>Then he pulled up to his street
>Woke Tiffany up like, "We
>Made it to the crib, girl, this where I live, girl
>It's a given and, um, I'm here to give, girl
>Yeah, give you somethin' in your ribs, girl
>'Cause I been waiting all night for this, girl
>Come a lil' closer, gimme kiss, girl
>Damn, you look good bitin' on your lips, girl"
>Super thick, put his hands on her hips like
>"Do you know how to drive stick, girl?"
>Kissin' and touchin', kissin' and touchin'
>3:00 in the morning, so, um, Chris was rushin'
>Chris pulled his pants down, she was blushin'
>She was rubbin' on his woody
>He like, "Is it creamy? Is it pudding?"
>Off with her clothes, he was pullin'
>She like, "Wait, I got somethin' to tell you"
>"What?" "I'm a trans woman"
>"What?"
>"I'm a trans woman"
Its lit bro
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