Insults Quotes
Moving on the dance floor, bumping and grinding, I’m dancing with your man and he ain’t minding.
Stop calling the numbers in your man’s pocket; my phone is ringing off the hook.
Stress you? Nah, chill, girl, you’re beat. Because you know that boy you call yours? Yeah, well, I had that last week.
This little shorty is exclusive for sure. I have your man wanting to hang up his jersey behind the door, talking about how he don’t wanna be a playa no more.
Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful; hate me because your boyfriend thinks I am.
Thugs see me and they blush in their face, heart beating in a fast pace. Better keep your eye on your man. He just blew me a kiss. He’s jocking the ice around my neck and wrists.
Don’t think of me as a sl*t or a ho just as the baby girl you wish your boo didn’t know.
b*tch, don’t bother trying to impress me, telling me what color his boxers are
Chickens never leave me be. They be talking about me frequently, mad ’cause while they bitchin their man is with me.
Come on, girls; try to take my man and you’ll be running as fast as you can.
Don’t get mad when your man turns around and licks his lips while saying, “Wait a minute!” It isn’t my fault I was born with these nice ass hips.
You gotta come up in here and cuss at me? Well, honey, just think of how f*cked up you’ll be. Once I’m done with you, you won’t be able to breathe. Down on your knees like “You can stop now. PLEASE!”