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"Daaaaaaaaamn. Nigga finally showed his face! I ain't seen yo' ugly ass in a minute. Where you been?" Tafari joked as I pulled up to the trap. His ass plays too much, he couldn't go a day without janking somebody.
Tafari incase y'all forgot
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"I've been taking care of business. Something you need to learn how to do." I joked back, making him roll his eyes.
"I'm twenty years old. It ain't my fault my young ass wanna live my life wild and free." He responded.
"Nigga wanna be wiz khalifa so bad." Zameer joked.
"Nah! More like Chris brown!" Harlem joked with him.
I stood there in shock.
"Is Harlem joking around? Or is my eyes deceiving me?" I said.
"Nigga shut up! I joke!"
"No, you don't. You know what do that again! I'm savoring this moment."
He pushed me, and lead the way inside.
"East!" Lil Ronnie called out, dapping me up.
"What up Lil nigga? shouldn't you be at home? Ya moms probably worried sick."
He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "I don't have a mom."
"Well, where you staying at?"
"I use to stay with this lady with my Lil brother ka'shad but she lied on me and got me kicked out her home. Now I'm in a group home."
"You need a place to stay?"
He looked at me sadly. "It's better than going back to that group home."
