I know I’m so hot I can say anything to a gyal and still f6ck her. Mi nah fi chase gash and beg for ting that wet my way. I try tell gyal this but they be bussing over chi chi man. So I say wah? BUN DEM! YA LOST YA OPPORTUNITY WITH DI LION OF JUDAH. Ya tink man fi wait till Jezebel have fun and wanna return home after shower? Mi suh? Listen I know my level, mi nah haf time for eidjyat gyal. Mi laugh and pass em.

I’m just wondering what’s gonna happen in 70 years when I’m over 100 and still young. Most if not all of u talking rn will be dead. How u gonna explain me looking like this at 100 years old? U see the truth is bound to come out way before then. All I need to do is laugh at u for being human and wait.

I’ve reported to staff that Alex called his boyfriend to intimidate a disabled girl with a walking and frame, insisting I wake her up at 3 am in the morning, I’ve reported that he’s pushing me to take cocaine, I’ve reported that he illegally obtained police handcuffs and tried to put them on me, that be he carries weapons like knives and metal poles, some of which have been found. The staff have done nothing.

Does it make sense to joke around with the person that tried to body you the day before and make you a crack head? When police have told u to move him out? And you’re standing there chatting shit thinking Noel is gonna forgive us. U should read my posts closely, I’m not giving my heart away.

It’s funny how you always say sorry after I pull your knives from my back.

In beef you don’t talk to the person you fought with the day before. You don’t fuck the nigga that tried to body your love. That just doesn’t make sense. You kids in Sutton should calculate the duration of this beef and then your ages. Then tell me your mother’s are loyal and love me.

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