Playing Streets by Doja Cat
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Don't play the song yet.
*Skip 2 months later*
Me and Tre are kind of official now. We are very close, like VERY!
I was on FaceTime with Tre flat ironing my hair.
Tre:You coming to the party, shorty?
He says as I run the flat iron threw my hair.
Me: Baeee, you know I don't even like being around people like that.
Tre: You be around me.
Me:Yeah, but that's because your different..
Tre:Oh forreal, how am I different shorty?
Me:Omggg, you know how, but I'll come.
I say brushing threw my hair and getting ready to do my edges.
Tre: And you pretty without make-up too? Damn, shii I got me a trophy.
Me:Boy bye.
I say walking in my closet and propping him up on the closet counter.
Me:Okay, should I be baddie stripper or just regular baddie?
Tre: Both, but without the stripper cause I will still beat yo ass female and all.
Me:Nigga- What-
Tre:You heard me.
Me: Ight, Ight!
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I put this on.
Me:You see meee???
Tre:I see youuu!!!!
Me & Tre: We both see eachotherrrrr!
Me:A broke bitch could never!
Tre:Shorty, you getting cocky.
Me:I- Anyways so!
Tre:Mane, bye I'm bout to come pick you up.
Me:Bet, byeee!
