Imagine:
Prod was driving with you in the passenger seat down the freeway. The radio was blasting with the windows down. It seemed like a movie. You kept glancing at him singing along to "Bands A Make Her Dance" with his eyes closed.
You: *holds wheel* Prod pay attention before you drive us through the railing!!
Prod: *singing*
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance! All these chicks popping pu**y, I’m just popping bands! Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance. These chicks clappin’, and they ain’t using hands!!!
You: .......I'm telling on you.
Prod: *looks over* Who you telling?!
You:*smirks* Mama Wanda...
(A/N: That's his mom)
Prod: *changes to Kirk Franklin song* Ughhh... -.-
You: *singing*
I smile, even though I'm hurt see I smile! I know God is working so I smile. Even though I've been here for a while,I smile.
Prod: *hums "Bands A Make Her Dance"*
You: You better be humming for Jesus. I don't know what happened after you went to Roc's birthday party.
Prod: *yells* DON'T DROP THAT THUN THUN THUN!
You: -.- I'm gonna get Roc.
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