sorry for any mistakes.
Quentin Jru Wardell.
Q.. | July 6
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"Nae if she cheat on me, beat her ass." Dre said.
"But step on her glasses." Koda added.
"Step on her glasses?" Tone looked at him.
"What good is that gon' do?" Nae furrowed her eyebrows.
"Well she can't see without her glasses so I just thought." Koda shrugged.
"Thought what nigga?" Dyl laughed.
"If Nae step on her glasses, then she bound to lose the fight nigga damn." Koda smacked his lips.
"She can't fight, so Nae would win either way." Dre shrugged.
"Why I'm fighting her again? Koda explained so much I forgot the reason behind it." Nae made a face.
"If she cheat on me duh." Dre said.
"Where Rajanae ass at?" I chuckled.
"Nigga stop calling my sister that shit damn." Nae smacked her lips.
"Called her ass Rajanae," Tone chuckled, "Lil Raj gone come out here shooting shit."
"I'ma name our daughter that." I snickered.
"Who is our?" Dre furrowed his eyebrows.
"Me and Reina's duh." I chuckled.
"Bitch she don't want you." Dre laughed.
"She don't fa' real, she mess with a nigga name Rondell." Koda made a face.
"Who?" I looked.
"Nigga stop snitching on my cousin she grown." Dre smacked his lips.
"First of all, his name ain't even Rondell." Nae mugged him.
"How you gone tell me? I seen it in her phone when we did illegal activities." Koda mushed her head.
"Bitch move," Nae mushed him back, "she don't even mess with him."
"Damn Lil Raj, I was rooting for you." Tone shook his head.
"I'an finna let my friend get played," Koda shrugged, "and if Question was talking to somebody else I'll tell my friend Reason too."
"THIS NIGGA CALLED Y'ALL QUESTION AND REASON." Dylan started laughing.
"Shit wasn't even that funny, fuck up." I mugged.
I stood up, and walked into Raj room closing the door behind me; and seen her laying in bed, watching tv. She looked as if she been in this muhfucka all day. I flicked the light on and she turned around looking at me with a blank facial expression.
"Rajanae." I smacked my lips.
"Quincy turn the light off." She mugged me.
I turned the light off, and walked over to the side of her bed. I took my money, gun, and weed out of my pocket, sitting it on her night stand before climbing into her bed.
"That was just so ghetto." She lowly laughed.
"Fuck up." I mushed her head.
"Aht aht, don't come in here bothering me now nigga." She sighed.
"What's wrong with you?" I blinked, sitting up.
"I don't know."
"Look like yo ass been in this muhfucka all day," I looked at her, "unt unt call yo stylist you need yo' hair done."
