You a bad girl and your friends bad too, oh
We got the swag sauce, she drippin' swagu
You a bad girl and your friends bad too, oh
We got the swag sauce, she drippin' swagu
I may be young, but I'm ready
To give you all my love
I told my girls you can get it
Don't slow it down, just let it go
So in love
I'll give it all away
Just don't tell nobody tomorrow
So tonight
I'll do it every way
Speakers knockin' till the morning light
'Cause we like to party-y-y-y-y-y-y
'Cause we like to party-y-y-y-y-y-y
'Cause we like to party
Beyonce- Party
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He was Born. At 3:12AM on April 4th, 2013. 13 hours in labor, I finally gave birth to a healthy baby boy, Braydon Nolan Stevenson, Eight pounds and 2 ounces.
My king, my world, my lil man. I never would have thought something would mean the world to me. He does.
His big, round, hazel, green colored eyes That changes twice a day. He was gorgeous, & no doubt, he was Michael's baby. Just one look at him & you knew he belonged to Michael. My lil man was dougie. Michael came, trying to put a gold last kings bracelet on his wrist, which was way too big for him. I told his ass to wait until he's a couple of weeks into life. But knowing Michael, he's hardheaded & that's what I love about him.
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Me & Kelly pulled into the club on Broadway Avenue. Shit was LIVE tonight. It was about six other clubs along the same strip-tonight Miami was getting LIVE. But shit, that's nothing new, Miami's always live. We circled the block looking for a place to park, until I saw a parking spot.
"park right there," I said, pointing to the spot, gripping my iPhone.
"hell nah bitch, they might give me a ticket" Kelly hesitated. I busted out laughing, this bitch!
"bitch, they don't give out tickets on Saturday, plus it's at night"
After she hesitated a bit more, she finally decided to park. Kelly got out first, standing half-way in and out the car door frame as she adjusted herself, starring into the crowded outside, letting the chilly air in. It was super live. I pulled down the mirror visor, and checked myself. I looked down at my iPhone and texted my mom back, she was babysitting Braydon for the night.
Madreღ: okay Valerie he is sleeping now | 10:07PM
Me: okay, when he wakes up just give him his bottle | 10:11PM
I was talking to her like she didn't know how to raise a child, she raised 4. Me, Kelly, my 2 brothers Kese & Derrick. Kese, was a real hood nigga, he was doing time in jail and sometimes I cried about it cause that was my backbone, my everything. Derrick was fully white, since my mom was white, his dad was white but he acted more black. Earlier I posted a picture to Instagram of me & Kese and captioned it:
Caption: REGARDLESS of when ihate You or do shit to make You mad .. iwould take a BULLET for you ... if iCoulda took that time for you iwouldve . You have ALWAYS .. shit You made me who iam today " You beat my ass but ohweel ' You the reason im out here DogWalking these hoes :) lmfao ; iWant you to know thad iLoveYou to the GRAVE & im doing EVERYDAY wi/ You like im there too cant wait til You touchDown bby iCry everyday & night thinking of You . But ion Got nothing to worry about cuus iKnow you gone be Okay # MUAH :']
Everybody know me and Keshawn was the closet besides me & Kelly. He'll be happy to see lil man.
"Dude," Kelly paused for a moment, "isn't that Raquan?" Kelly said.
"Raquan who?" I looked over to where she was pointing. Sure enough that was his sexy ass.
"ol boy who took you to homecoming"
"yes lawd" I said sounding like Drake. I took another look at him, who was profiling on the corner, "that's his bunk ass"
"imma call him over here" Kelly said, stepping away from the door frame.
I leaned over, "Kelly, stop fuckin playing me" I snapped.
"girl bye, Raquan! Raquan! Commere"
He came strolling over. Fuck.
"you know me?" he asked.
"yeah, Valerie do" Kelly said as she pointed to me.
"Little Valerie from Westside High School? Damn girl, you look different" he smiled at me. I wanted to say "so do you" but it woulda came out too sarcastically. Raquan was the fourth dude I ever fucked and I remember that shit like it was just yesterday cause his dick game was mad vicious. After he took me to homecoming and we went back to my house & fucked, me and him stayed friends. I was skinny as fuck but had curves and my ass was still big. All the niggas in school and other schools wanted me & they still do. Raquan looked different though, he used to be a pretty boy, I'm talking, curly hair, blueish gray eyes, tall, football player, all the females wanted him & I got him. Shit, Kelly even wanted him.
He looked different now though, he smelled like weed. Yuck. He look like he'd become a blunt master, his swag was on point though like always. His lips went from beautiful juicy pink to purplish brown.
I don't even know why Kelly invited him over. She played too much. He was embarrassing, ion want nobody taking pictures and him being in it. I can't believe I used to be crazy about him.
"alright, I was just saying 'hi'" I said, hoping he would get the hell away from the Range.
"oh, no doubt. Long time no talk though, can I get the number?" he said as he flashed his smile.
"my phone off" I lied with straight attitude.
"don't even try to play me Valerie, I know you mane, you stay dougie, you got yo iPhone in yo palm, you whippin a range, come on na, we go way back, wassup? You jeffin?"
Kelly stifled a laugh. This bitch.
"come onnnnnnn Raquan, get away from the car" I said, by now annoyed.
"ight, ight, I see you Valerie. Think you too good for a nigga na. Um, what year is this?" he asked as he eyed the white baby Range Rover up and down.
"2014. Does it matter? Bye, Raquan" I was annoyed by him. He acting a little too thirsty. He jogged off.
Kelly annoying ass was laughing, "don't front on yo nigga, you know you used to love you some Ray Quanny Quan, now the pretty nigga a blunt boy, that shit got niggas tossed."
I ignored her, grabbed my Louis Vuitton tote bag, my iPhone and stepped out of the car after checking myself in the mirror once more, I gotta go in this bitch lookin the baddest. I had on my silver bandeau bra, my black high waist shorts and my Jordan 3s, my hair went perfectly down my back, evenly. I was looking GOOD(:
We started our way to the front entrance of the club, paparazzi was taking pictures, questions pouring out of their mouth, like blaaaah. We got inside the club, problem-free, all this was worth it because the music was loud and the club was most definitely poppin. My favorite song by Jeremih "Fuck U All The Time" was playing.
We walked our way through the crowd filled with tricks and dicks. I had to say "move" to mostly every person cause they was in the way! Once we got into the VIP room, guys started crowding around us, cause we the shit. We looked good, we were the party. These other broads ain't have NOTHING on us. A couple of girls were on our level but we was always the top 5 when we went out.
Me & Kelly was having a ball, laughing, talking about bitches that looked a plump fool. Niggas was sweating me like no other, if they weren't it would be a problem, but they were, so problem free. Tonight was fun, Michael didn't text me at all, I wonder what he on? As I looked up from my phone, I seen Chris & Rihanna sitting across the room. Shit, I know he noticed me & Kelly by now cause we was the loudest in the room.
I looked away before he caught me starring. Fuck, he looked good tonight.
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