Alotta

yea..whateva, i am grown, i do hair, i baby-sit, and sell weed..don't hate. Ya'll just hatin cuz you wanna get up inside my training bra...but hell naw you best be buyin me that prada from chinatown...and takin me out to 'spensive restraunts..like IHOP or ol' cuntry buffay and you best not try to order me shit off the kids menu..mommy needs to get her eat on. Oh and by the way you better keep me up on the highest fashions, i want air-brushed looney tunes shirts, oversized overalls, LA gear light up shoes (with the neon curly laces) i also want me a new Reebok jacket. I need to get my hair done every 2 days, and i need you to blaze up a blunt for me every 20min. if not, i will go KRAZY on yo ass and bust out my razor blade out from underneath my retainer after 5th period and CUT A BITCH. oh and one more thing....you can take the kids out tha ghetto, but you can't take the ghetto out the kids..Holla.