Where Anything Goes twitter/trashbaggage

I’m trying to work my hustle and gotta a bitch peeking over my fucken shoulder …I asked her, Bitch! Please! Get the fuck from behind me before I slap the gas out your ass…I don’t like no muhfucka standing over me like Massa from the cotton fields… I’m no fucken good ole boy or Bubba nshit… Keep your distance bitch while I get my hustle on…I’m tryna get paid without any of your bullshit & guessing what you think I’m doing… I’m doing my job bitch, if you must know… One thing for sure you need to know is to, GET OFF MY SHOULDER BITCH.




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