But, girl, you gon' die you give my pussy away
Then, I lay right by you, smoke a 'Wood 'til I fade
Please don't think 'bout selling your heart
'Cause I promise that it's worth like billions or more
Every sec...
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Sa'Nijah |9:30 AM| I rolled around in bed waiting for my alarm clock to ring.i honestly didn't wanna get out the bed or see anyone today because I was in my "li shitty mood" as my brother would say.I sat there starring at the cream plastered wall daydreaming about how good life could be. "BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-" I pulled the covers off of me getting hit with a rush of cold air. "Damn it's cold" I said while hopping off my bed and sliding my feet into my Rick & Marty slippers.
I walked into the bathroom getting bumped by a presence before I could turn the lights on. "Um excuse you"I said mugging dfk out of whoever was in the bathroom as I turned on the lights. "Girl shut yo ass up"vonta said while twistin one of his dreads chuckling. "Vonta I told you not to get ready in my bathroom"I dragged rolling my eyes. "Yo ass a big baby"he said laughing while playing with his imaginary beard.
"Hurry up tho guh,we gotta be to yo dead beat daddy house at 12"he said rubbing his temple indicating that he was annoyed. "Well maybe if you get from out my room and shut the fuck up I could get ready" I snapped making him walk out my room mumbling something under his breath but I really wasn't in the mood.
I did all my lady things and facial care before picking out what I was going to wear before going to my dads house.he wanted to have a family meeting and with everything me my siblings and my mom have gone through because of him I don't know how this talk is gonna go.
I decided on my cream skims set paired with my black Rick owens and black puffer tote bag. "Mmm I look real good"I bragged hyping myself up. What I've learned these past years is that self love is the best love.I mainly had to learn all this shit because of my rough ass past but I'm grateful for it as well because it has helped me grow into a person I never saw myself being.
2 hours later
As I was omw to pick up some Chick-fil-A my song- I need a thug:by city girls,came on. "Oueee this my shit!"I said getting hype.
I need a long dick nigga, seven figures, bitch, and some (ow) This a rich, young, pretty bitch anthem (ooh) Scoop my bad bitches up in a Phantom (where they at?) From the hood, now I live in a mansion I need a thug Sex, money, and drugs (ow) Private jet flights while I'm gettin' my back rubbed Like TLC said, "No scrubs" (no scrubs) Cut a check before I even give a hug (what? Uh) I need a thug with swag, like a rockstar Bonnie and Clyde shit, tongue kissin' in cop cars (mwah) Pretty bitch all in my Audemar (ice) And he ain't gotta see the coochie He gon' spend it like that nigga in the titty bar (yeah) It turn me on when he high and fly as fuck With Cubans on, diamonds crushed inside his Buffs (ow) He walk in parties and you know the sticks is up-
I was about to continue singing until the music stopped making me let out a frustrated breath.
