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𝗙𝗲𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟵
𝗦𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮𝗵, 𝗚𝗔
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𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐊𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬

"i'm tired." i mumbled and put my paint roller down before cleaning my hands and grabbing my phone since it was ringing.

"yes diamonte." i said while propping my phone up.

"who the fuck pissed in yo cheerios?" he asked mugging me.

"nobody, i'm sleepy." i said and rested my head in my hands.

"i told you ta get somebody ta paint fa you and allat but you wanna be like queen latifah and do it ya damn self." he shrugged.

"and what? all the money is going towards supplies and stuff, painting don't take rocket science." i said.

"you got enough money fa allat and more but okay lil girl." he waved me off.

"da that's mommy?" i smiled at the sound of lijah's voice, i still couldn't get over the fact that he was actually calling me that now.

"mhm wit ha ugly self." wiz said and i flicked him off.

"hi mommy!" lijah said poking his head in the camera.

"hey baby, whatchu doin?" i asked him.

"i eat fruit snacks, see." he put the packet in the camera.

"taste good?" i asked and he nodded, "mhm."

"when you come home?" he asked me.

"in a little bit." i told him.

"okay see you later!" he left and wiz took back over.

"ugh it's you again," i said and dropped my head.

"i'm sick a the disrespect, i want my one when you get hea." he said.

"bet that up play boy." i nodded and heard somebody knock on the window.

"who the fuck." i grabbed my phone and turned to see asani and ryan.

i unlocked the door and let them in.

"hey bitch!" ryan smiled and hugged me.

"you still a nigga get off my lady," wiz said mugging the phone, i forgot we was still on the phone.

"she should worried about me tryna snatch you witcho sexy ass." ryna flirted and wiz straight faced the camera before hanging up.