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" don't even start wimme lil girl" Jonathan long neck ass said
" you get on my damn nerves" I mumbled
" you ain't goin no where wit me dressed liked dat" he looked me up and down
" damn yo ass think you run shit sit yo burnt charcoal ass down somewhere" I rolled my eyes getting up from the couch
Ion know but for the past few days Jonathan been being a asshole every time sb look at me he just literally snaps why fuck wit a crazy ass nigga.
" Nova yo titties hanging out dat shit ain't cute you dressing like a nat nat outchea" he said
" okay we ain't goin no where but to the studio" I said
" ion even care no mo baby but if I catch a nigga looking at chu then he dead" Jonathan shrugged smiling
I swear he bipolar asf wasn't he just- know what never mind.
At the studio
" Yoo wassup wit it" stunna said as him and Jon did they lil handshake
" Shii nun to it time to get ready fo dis album" Jon said
I just sat on the lil couch scrolling on my phone minding MY business.
" Nova waddup guh" deon tapped my shoulder
unt unt don't touch me nigga ion even like yo ass. For some reason deon makes me uncomfortable this nigga been tryna get with me for sum months now I tried to tell Jon but never listen. Deon is Jonathan homie or brother whatever his title is shit.
" um nothing now quit touching me nigga" I mugged him rolling my eyes
" Aye wassup sis" stunna looked up at me
" nun bro wassup with yo light bright ass" I said
Now stunna dats my brother he real cool and chill he ain't like deon. But that's my big brother.
" Me and yo nigga working on dis album but you go hook my lil hoe up wit sum bundles or that weave shit " stunna said
" Um ion know bruh I got a lot of orders in my mailbox" i said
Speaking of mailbox lemme check my shit I gotta get these people orders.
