| Ham sandwich man: Yo, wassup, Alley!
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| Passive recipient of messages: Yo, wassup, nigga Ham sandwich man: Move ova,
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| nigga
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| Passive recipient of messages: Yo, my bad, my bad, sit down, hey
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| Ham sandwich man: I told wife, she put two of these ham sandwiches in there
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| Nigga, she put mustard on 'em
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| Passive recipient switchin' to offensive: Yeah, nigga, chill, chill Ham
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| sandwich man stuttering: Aye, uh, you check out, uh, Broke&Bitter?
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| Passive recipient of messages: Nah, I ain’t check it out yet
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| Ham sandwich man being all scientific and shit: Broke&Bitter.com?
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| Sandwich man being braggy: Yeah, yeah! |
| Ya know I check that shit out every
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| mornin', nigga They is talkin' bout, uh! |
| That nigga Tyga! |
| You follow that,
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| you on that shit?
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| Passive man being friendly even tho' he’s not on that shit: Yeah,
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| I be on that shit!
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| Sandwich man actin' all wikipedia on the dude: He got few hits, yeah,
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| he got a few lil hits Yanahwimsayn, man, I don’t listen to that shit My girl
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| like ‘im, man, nahwimsayn?
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| Passive man tryna finish the convo up so he can get da fuck outta there: Yeah,
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| nigga, my bro listen to his tunes
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| Sandwich man pretendin' he on sum' else than sandwiches all day long:
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| They talkin' bout, I was on the site, ya know we on the site every mornin'
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| Passive man being unable to withstand curiosity: Yo, what they, what they sayn?
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| Sandwich man goin' paparazzi all of a sudden: Talkim' bout he with this young
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| girl Ya know, the lil girl that he found, they found
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| Passive man echoing: Aw, yea yea yea, the sister
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| Sandwich man goin' vigilante: He gon' be with one girl, and a girl… underage
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| Passive man pointing out that the female is thin, nonetheless: I mean she thick
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| tho!
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| Sandwich man goin' full jealousy on Tyga: If I had all the, you know how many
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| women, all the access to all the women he had?
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| Passive man becomin' aggressive cuz his remark went like a fart in the wind:
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| BUT SHE THICK, THO'!
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| Sandwich man got sandwich in his ears: N' then they got stories of him,
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| Owen the Jeweler, he own the owner of the house But then they got pictures of
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| him pullin' up to the club In quarter million dolla Lambourghini Nahwimean? |