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| 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧, 𝐍𝐘 |
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Yoo Zay I gotta be outta here by 2:30 cuz i gotta go check up on my girl.
"Who's yo girl gang?"
I smiled and said Mane don't worry about it gang.
"Nahh Nah i wanna know"
Well cuh i met her in my freshman year when i was about like 16 she's short, she has a petite shape, her smile pretty and she's very special to me.
"That ass fat tho?"
Mane are you kidding!? her shit was more than fat gang i be putting some deep strokes in that ass cuh.
"Aye mane yk what they say if yo hoe ain't dark skin and petite then she is not my kind"
i laughed n said at least you know gang.
"Lemme see how she look if u ain't mind"
Fasho.
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"She alright mane"
Lol yuhh.
look at the time lol i gotta go Zay see ya some other time.
"Yeah bye cuh"
I left the Trap House and hopped into my G-Wagon.
While i was driving i received a text from Zaria.
Zaria: Daddy when you coming home I got sum for you.
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