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"Baby," Cordae's voice boomed through the phone as soon as Y/N answered the phone, "I need you at the studio right now."
"What about the 'no females' rule?" Y/N mocked Cordae's friends who always told her that females weren't aloud at the studio. Kept the artist from getting distracted.
"Fuck them dudes," Cordae smacked his lips, "I'm trynna finish this album and I can't think of nothing."
"I need my muse here," Cordae finished. Y/N let out a small chuckle, "You sound like a damn hippie."
"I'm on my way. Make sure one of the boys are outside to let me in," Y/N grabbed her purse from off of the kitchen counter. "I love you," Y/N started her goodbyes.
"Yea. I'll see you when you get here," Cordae went to end the call. But Y/N spoke up, "Woah. You won't say that you love me in front of the boys, but you want me to come and be your 'muse'?"
"Y/N," Cordae groaned out in annoyance. Y/N put her purse back down, "I won't come."
"I love you too," Cordae mumbled out. When Y/N heard Cordae's friends laughing in the background she smiled.
