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Kʜᴀʀɪ Aɴʏᴀʜ Lᴀɴᴇs
-you pussy omm💯 Sent 3:25
(770) 388-1514 Who is this? Sent 3:30
- Ik yo hoe ass robbed me out my shit Sent 3:33
(770) 388-1514 I don't do such things😧 wrong number Sent 3:40
- Dub quit fucking playing dude. Sent 3:40
(770) 388-1514 Dub? I said wrong fucking number Sent 3:45
- sorry Sent 3:50
(770) 388-1514 Get that nigga gang Sent 3:51
- I'm trying Sent 3:53
"I just know that nigga ain't got a new number" I rolled my eyes, locking my phone and slamming it down on my bed.
"Bitch he took yo shit and DIPPED, baby he got the fuck up out of dodge" Drym hollered clapping her hands.
"I really don't see shit funny" I rolled my eyes again doing my lil hand gestures. "Stop rolling yo eyes, ian fucking you eww " she turned her face up.
"I'm finna put you out, on gang" we both laughed.
"What the fuck he get anyways?" She asked. "My fucking chain lame ass hoe ass nigga" I pouted.
"Once you get yo chain snatched it's gone be hard for you to come back" she mocked Marty with a sympathetic look.
Shut the fuck up.
"Let a nigga take my chain, I bet not, already too late if you see that red dot baow, brr, go" I rapped. "I disappointed Moneybagg" I pouted harder.
"That nigga took yo shit AND didn't see that red dot? Damn double homocide" she laughed. "You ain't shit for real" I shook my head.
My brow raised once Dub texted me on Instagram.
"He one bold bitch" I spoke opening the message.
Dubbabubba
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