𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 (𝐖𝐨𝐨, 𝐰𝐨𝐨)
𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫
𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞
𝐖𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐖𝐨𝐨, 𝐰𝐨𝐨)
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡
𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐈'𝐦𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭
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𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍, 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊
━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━"Yo you good? I'm on whatever you on." TJay said catching my attention.
"Stay right here but if you see me reaching then y'all know what's goin on." I said looking back over at Mello as some girl was all in his face.
He must know where I was at all weekend.
Shit, I'd be mad at me too.
I pulled my pants up some before making my way over to him as he pushed the girl leaning on him gently to the side.
"Finally ran into ya soft, dancing ass outside the club." He said with a smirk.
I just laughed some while shaking my head.
I wanna tell him my dancing ass was dancing in Tee guts all weekend but I won't hurt his pride too much.
Wouldn't even want to put her out there like that.
"We gone settle this shit or nah? That's the only reason I'm over here cause I'm done playing this gun show shit. You gone use it?" I asked impatiently.
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