Chapter 9

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It finally GNO!! At first I was skeptic at first but thought about how much shit I've been through and how I deserve to go out and have some fun. I look down at the outfit BeBe put out for me. It was a tight fitted red dress with the whole back out. It was mid thigh. She had some LV spike heels and a big spike necklace with gold hoops with a little black and gold clutch. It was really cute and simple.

"Sit down I gotta do something with that hair of yours." She said as I step out the shower.

"BeBe I'm naked!!" I yell

"Ion care"

"Give me two minutes and then you can do my hair!"

"Fine" she said leaving.

After she left I loitioned up my body and put on my red lace thing and my red lace push up bra. Then I put my accessories and a robe and called Be to do my hair. She straighten my hair and put it in a high bun. She did my makeup lightly saying I was too pretty for that shit. She went to get dress and I put on my dress. I went downstairs to see Nae waiting for us. She was wearing a green high waisted skirt that reach at the knee and a blue and green button down crop top with some white pumps. She was looking fye!!!!

"Oo Nae gettin it on tonight!"

"O stwappp!!!! I look alright you look sexyyyy."

BeBe came down wearing a black and white high waisted short shorts with red bow like top and some black pumps.

"My bitches looking good. Yassss" she said with her ole ratchet self.

"Leggo" I yelled

We got on the car and drove to Club Heat the biggest club on Miami. Then I heard my turn up song and I turnt that shit up. It explain exactly what I'm going to do.

[Verse 1: B.o.B]

She was already on deck 'fore I ever met her

Young Bob in the building looking like on these suckas

Man I swear somebody better tell her

I don't care what's on your mind I just want your cerebellum

Yea but my team stay down through the

Back when we was hustling and nobody would help us

Now we poppin bottles man, now we top shelfers

We just knew that we would make it man, nobody could tell us nothing better

Nothing a fortune teller couldn't tell us

As a youngin I never really cared for Christmas carols

Now when you see my apparel I got several different levels

Look at my wrist, bitch, it's levels to these bezels

This whip is mine but I drive it like I stole it

Flying down the interstate, lighting up a stougin'

Hustle Gang on that mob shit, bring me my canoles

Beating up the box, call me Oscar De La Hoya

[Verse 2: August Alsina]

I had one, two, three too many

I'm fucked up, four chicks with me

I'm loud, took about five shots

Six bottles I just copped

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