He smacked my ass and grabbed his backwood and weed.
"Sex, I need some wet shit
Neck, I need some becky
Yeah, I'm a lil manish" he rapped and leaned down and kissed my neck.
"Kiss on your belly
Yeah, she got that wet shit
Yeah, she got that wet shit
Yeah, she got that wet shit
Uhh, she got that wet shit" he reached his hand down and rubbed my cooch and I bit my lip and smiled.
@4KTFan: umm y'all know y'all on live right??
I chuckled. "Baby we will turn into pornstars on this live, I don't care. Let y'all see what exactly these lyrics mean" I said.
"Dead ass" he said.
He broke up his weed and cleaned the backwood out and started rolling on my back.
@Stunna4Fans: You look so happy☹️❤️.
"I am happy, this nigga the best thing that has ever happened to me. Ian been happy like this since my first love died honestly" I said.
And his d bigger and better than all the other niggas.
"We can fuck in the back of my ride
On the balcony all outside
In the master suite we out of town
Ima fuck you till the sun go down
I want you, you want me and my love
I want loyalty, then I want love
Wanna argue with me about trust
Girl where would you be without us
She got that wet, soaking wet
Girl let's go jet skiing
Girl you're the best, I mean it
Ian gon flex, I mean it
4 by 4 took the doors off
She suckin, I'm takin her clothes off
She suckin like she ain't got no teeth in her mouth
Go ahead bitch show out
I'm pullin her weave, hope Ion pull her track out
Pull off in a track hawk" he pulled my hair and rapped.
Lil boujee bitch, I blew her back out
Lil booty bih, she got a ass now
Yeah, I caught her in magic
Think the first night I smashed it
Caught a audible passed it
I like my hoes naughty and nasty
I love when a hoe call me daddy" he rapped to me and lit his blunt.
"Sex, I need some wet shit
Neck, I need some becky
Yeah, I'm a lil manish
Kiss on your belly
Yeah, she got that wet shit
Yeah, she got that wet shit
Yeah, she got that wet shit
Uhh, she got that wet shit" we rapped.
"We can answer a few questions before we get off live" I said.
I heard the buzzer go off and he went to see who was out by the gate. He gave me his blunt and I smoked.
I turned on the questions.
1st Question: How did y'all meet?
"He was hosting at a club and I was walking to the bar and he bumped into me then we started talking. It was suppose to be a one night stand but this magical Coochie had his ass pulling up for more" I said and winked.
2nd Question: Why did u cheat on Kentrell? Why did y'all break up?
"I didn't even want to be with him and I told him, He started changing he wasn't the same nigga I met years ago. He was Toxic and no female should be with a Toxic nigga, y'all blame me and call me names cuz I got pregnant by another dude but he had three whole kids on me literally" I said.
3rd Question: Are you happier?
"Yes I am happier with Ray" I said.
4th Question: Do you regret anything?
"Yes I regret not telling my family that I was in a toxic relationship, they thought I was happy but it was a act u gotta smile to hide the pain. I don't regret fucking ray tho and getting pregnant, my baby was the best thing he gave me"
5th Question: Did he drop his hoes??
"Yes he did, made sure of that" I said and hit his blunt.
6th Question: How do u feel about his ex?
"Ion feel no way, baby she lost sum good. What they say?? Ones lost is another's treasure."
7th Question: does his baby momma like you?
"Of course. We started off rough a lil bit but she came around and she real cool"
Ray came back in with his gang.
"Big head ass lil girl" Kay said as he walked in the kitchen.
"Mane don't start yo shit today" I said as I laughed and he hugged me.
"Wassup lil sis" he said.
"Wassup foo" I said and he got in my camera.
"Yo shit jumping" Kay said.
The rest of the gang walked in and hugged me. The buzzer went off and I looked and saw my fam cars. Shit.
I buzzed them in. "I'll be back, entertain my live" I told them.
I walked outside and seen my gang hop out their cars and they walked towards me and walked into the living room.
"Well damn welcome in the fuck" I said as I followed them.
