34 Year Old
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Female
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Joined on June 26, 2009
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Relationship status: Single
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Born on December 15th
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I'm Shelley Irene, and just for the record; I don't give a middle finger.
INTRODUCTION: I'm not with the 'ghetto', I'm not trippin with tha hood, and I am definitely NOT ballin, shove that in your fuel tank and burn it. I'm all that and a bottle of Vicodin. I'm the nicest asshole you will never meet. I am brutally honest and incredibly blunt. I'm vain with a bit of shallow on the side. I'm a liar with a dash of hypocrite. I'm trendier than a fashion statement. I'm as fake as fiction. I'm as cliche as the mythological era. I'm so scene I straighten my asshairs. You can call me a piece of shit or a legend for all I care; characters have no value to me.
ABOUT ME: Lets get something straight. I don't give a fuck about what you think. I'm brutally honest. If you don't like it, don't ask me. I'm atheist. So, don't preach me your religion. Icp is the worst music on earth. I have a vulgar mouth, and a mean ass attitude. It's me, and I won't for one minute change for you. So, don't try. Whether I have a boyfriend or not is non of your concern. Kids that walk around and say "I'm bi, what are you going to do about it?" bother me. It's not like someones going to hunt you down and kill you because you're a bi-sexual. Jesus. I eat meat. And, I don't give a shit about PETA. We were made with sharp teeth for a reason. Don't ask for my opinion if you are going to get mad for my honesty. I'm not going to lie to please you. I don't judge. And, quite frankly you shouldn't either. It's fucked up. Stop using fake pictures children. It's not attractive.
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks, Coca-Cola came and bought it For billions, what the f**k? Have a baby by me; baby Be a millionaire I write the check before the baby comes, Who the f**k cares Im stanky rich Ima die tryna spend this shit Southside's up in in this bitch Yeah i smell like the vault I used to sell dope I did play the block Now i play on boats In the south of France Baby, St. Tropez Get a tan im already black Rich? I'm already that Gangsta, get a gat Hit a head in a hat Call that a riddle rap Shit, f**k the chitter chat I'm the baker, i bake the bread The barber, i cut ya head The marksman, i spray the lead"I blood clot, chop ya leg" Do not f**k with the kid I get biz wit the cigg I come where you live Ya dead! I get money, money is got I I get it I get money, money is got I I get itI get money, money is got Yeah) Money I got, money is got I run New YorkI get money, money is got I I get itI get money, money is got I I get itI get money, money is got Yeah yeahMoney I got, money is got I run New York You can call this my new shit But it aint new tho I got rid of my old bitch Now i got new hoes First is was the Benzo Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorryI keep blowin up! Oh They call me the cake man The strawberry shake man I spray the AR Make your whole click breakdance Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then 9 shells, Mac-10,"who wan get it crackin I was young, i couldnt do good Now i cant do bad I ride, wreck the new Jag I just buy the new Jag Now why you mad? Oh you cant do that Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand Bling like BLAOW You like my style Ha ha im headin to the bank right now
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