Jealous

His Queen

I get jealous easily. I be like NO. That person is mine. Don't talk to my man, don't touch my man, don't look at my man, don't even breathe the same air as my man. Please and thank you. But to be honest all I got to say to these hoes is, My nigga not your friend. My nigga not your bro. My nigga not yo fav. My nigga not your buddy. My nigga is not your left hand. MY NIGGA IS MY NIGGA. Love: Arieuna K. Collins Always and Forever Mrs. Harrison

2018-07-03 22:30:27

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