soph thinks she's black...this is NOT a new thing.
so soph just wrote a RAP bout 50 CENT...so....yeah. its pretty funny/random?
here it isss
I wish i was fidy
he is so pretty
yo fidy I like yo arms!
You got style and lots of charm
dat song wit lloyd banks karma
you b settin off an alarm nd
you b fillin da club wit crack
the ice, the bling, I'm like man dat wack
you crazy, crazy but it all fine
cuz one day that ass will b mine
in yo hood I follow you
I’ll get shot cuz I’m yo white boo
I ain’t no wigga
I got a covenant never to call you n****
WE GANGSTA UP IN HERRE
Clubbin jumpin everywhere
Grindin drinkin, the atmosphere
Yo fidy you got da bling I want
No just roll me a blunt
Fidy hit me up wit yo crib
Lets eat but I need ma baby bib!
Touch me like I’m yo lover
Kiss like lightenin and thunder
We can be under
Tossin and turning in covers
Of feathers
U can call me heather
Fidy yo chest yo chest
It is tha best
Lets get some rest
So we can party in the club
I’ll give you a back rub
In the tub we make bubbles
We gonna get in trouble
Then you get shot
And I’m like “yo fidy!” yo hot
You can’t get shot!
Hustling ta get tha bullet proof vest
On his tattooed chest
He sings Candy shop
With is licked lollipop
I’m like.”yo fidy I won’t stop!”
I’m hitting your spot!
He likes girls that flex
I’m like “yo fidy! Do Taylor next!”
shes like "Oh Fidy Fidy"
"Do it wit me!"
“Lets go to ma complex”
He can have all the sex
Fidy like “Yo whitey we need condoms”
I’m gonna head to the store and rob em
With my gun
We have fun
One the streets
Getting shot
in the heat
Of killers blast
Me in the ass
But I ain’t care
I’m Fidy I got hair
But I gots ta remove it somewhere
Cuz baby you like it there
I’m your mon frere
In france we dance
You talk slang and then you bang
On yo muffins
The police b cuffin
Yo hands behind yo back
Cuz u are wacky
Lacky in da ladies nah
You missin out on all the stuff
Cuz yo wearin yo ear muffs
You got em goin goin outta control
Yo number one on TRL poll
And yo heart is cold
Cuz yo rich like a bitch
I bet da witches pray fo you bitch!!!!!!!!
When you rap
I’m like..”Yo fidy can I jump on yo lap?!”
And den I get shot again
Cuz I’m yo little whitey friend
Who pretend to b African
All a lady really needs is a little bit
Not a lot baby boy just a little bit
You can get with this in a little bit
You can jump on my clit in a little bit!
----- sophia
so...i def. didn't write this lol
here it isss
I wish i was fidy
he is so pretty
yo fidy I like yo arms!
You got style and lots of charm
dat song wit lloyd banks karma
you b settin off an alarm nd
you b fillin da club wit crack
the ice, the bling, I'm like man dat wack
you crazy, crazy but it all fine
cuz one day that ass will b mine
in yo hood I follow you
I’ll get shot cuz I’m yo white boo
I ain’t no wigga
I got a covenant never to call you n****
WE GANGSTA UP IN HERRE
Clubbin jumpin everywhere
Grindin drinkin, the atmosphere
Yo fidy you got da bling I want
No just roll me a blunt
Fidy hit me up wit yo crib
Lets eat but I need ma baby bib!
Touch me like I’m yo lover
Kiss like lightenin and thunder
We can be under
Tossin and turning in covers
Of feathers
U can call me heather
Fidy yo chest yo chest
It is tha best
Lets get some rest
So we can party in the club
I’ll give you a back rub
In the tub we make bubbles
We gonna get in trouble
Then you get shot
And I’m like “yo fidy!” yo hot
You can’t get shot!
Hustling ta get tha bullet proof vest
On his tattooed chest
He sings Candy shop
With is licked lollipop
I’m like.”yo fidy I won’t stop!”
I’m hitting your spot!
He likes girls that flex
I’m like “yo fidy! Do Taylor next!”
shes like "Oh Fidy Fidy"
"Do it wit me!"
“Lets go to ma complex”
He can have all the sex
Fidy like “Yo whitey we need condoms”
I’m gonna head to the store and rob em
With my gun
We have fun
One the streets
Getting shot
in the heat
Of killers blast
Me in the ass
But I ain’t care
I’m Fidy I got hair
But I gots ta remove it somewhere
Cuz baby you like it there
I’m your mon frere
In france we dance
You talk slang and then you bang
On yo muffins
The police b cuffin
Yo hands behind yo back
Cuz u are wacky
Lacky in da ladies nah
You missin out on all the stuff
Cuz yo wearin yo ear muffs
You got em goin goin outta control
Yo number one on TRL poll
And yo heart is cold
Cuz yo rich like a bitch
I bet da witches pray fo you bitch!!!!!!!!
When you rap
I’m like..”Yo fidy can I jump on yo lap?!”
And den I get shot again
Cuz I’m yo little whitey friend
Who pretend to b African
All a lady really needs is a little bit
Not a lot baby boy just a little bit
You can get with this in a little bit
You can jump on my clit in a little bit!
----- sophia
so...i def. didn't write this lol