Private Story Yef

I’d never met her but she put me on her private story
Sending me snaps of her breakfast man, I can’t lie
Yeah, I thought that was corny
So I left her on read, it was out of the blue cause I think she’s a [redacted]
Secured her whine at carni, Steve Harvey
I think I found me a Lori

Two weeks and she’s asking for P
‘What the rass do you mean?’
Let me tell you what she meant
She was full of frustration, accommodation
She can’t afford her rеnt
I found it hard to believe, shе got SFE
But she said ‘it’s all spent’
And then she said she went uni, I ask ‘Which one?’
She said ‘Nottingham Trent’

She’s in the warehouse, manual labor
She’s just tryna be a real breadmaker
And I know that she listens to yef
Cause she looks quite nice when she puts on makeup
And she ain’t too bad when she wakes up
But will I stick around when the day comes
I don’t know, she could ask for a fiver
I’ll high five her, and I’ll tell her this straight up