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A/N:This song is so funny to me, I love it😭😭🤦🏽‍♀️
Sevyn💛

My sugar daddy took me out
Just to kick it and settle down
Man them shots was coming round after round
I drank Henn but he preferred to drink Crown
You know he old so we had to slow it down

I'm ready to go 'cause his old ass all on me
Put on my chill 'cause I know he gon' give me some money
I'm at the bar just me and my Henn
Choppin' it up with his old ass friends but

I took one too many shots to the head we
Got back to the room pop-pop put me on the bed and
He came alive I'm surprised he ain't dead
Girl that old mu'fucker put my legs behind my head bitch

He picked me up set that ass on the dresser
Then bent me up like a mu'fuckin presser
I swear that he changed my whole mind
I turned around and let him hit it from behind
And I'ma let him get it when he want it each time
Made a bitch come faster than Amazon Prime

I'ma let him get it when he want it
G-get it when he want it
I'ma let him get it when he want it
Made a bitch come faster than Amazon Prime

I can't deny it he been on my mind
That get older that get better with time
Every night I wanna hit that line

"Made a bitch come faster than Amazon Prime" I sung as I erased a mistake I made on this drawing I was doing

It was later in the evening, and I was in the bed sketching a drawing, I had found that was half way done in my sketchbook. I was actually trying to distract myself, from everything that happened today. From Taurus being sketchy to that text message I had received at Chick-fil-A today. Which killed my vibe completely. I just wanna have two months of me doing good and no drama. Like that's all I ask, lordt.

"Bae, what the hell is you in here listening to?"

I looked up seeing Zion, walking in the room with a confused look on his face. He walked in with his bare chest out wearing his black and silver basketball shorts, showing a peak of his underwear. His hair was shiny, letting me know that he just got done washing it. He just looked so fine, and as much as I wanna just jump up and ask him wassup. I just wanna be under him and go to sleep. A bitch is tired.

I smiled as I sat my book down on the side of me, "Hey, Pooh."

He walked towards me and gave me a kiss, "Wassup? What you doing?" He asked as he laid between my legs

"Nothing just drawing."

"Word? Let me see."

I grabbed my sketchbook from the side of me and flipped the book cover to the page of what I was drawing. As I turned it to that page, I blew off the excess eraser strands that was on it and showed him the portrait. Zion lifted his head up, and grabbed the book, yelling being all extra,

"Baybehh, this shit cold as fuck!"

I giggled, "I'm not even done yet."

"Nah, but I can already picture who you drawing. Cause you know some illustrators or whatever y'all niggas called be drawing you can barely see what it is before you shade it in. But even though this halfway done I know who it is." He mumbled as he admired the portrait

"Why thank you big nose"

"You gone draw me?"

"Of course."

He smirked, "Naked?"

"Dude no. Get yo freaky ass on." I laughed and lightly mushed his head

"Says the one that was dreaming about having a train run on them with Chris Brown and that Dexter West nigga."