Baton Rouge, Louisiana Afternoon Warehouse 3 years later
~Clementine POV~
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"Fredo he dissed me in another fucking song, like how hard is it to kill this nigga."
I was on the phone with my homeboy Fredrick. He go by Fredo Bang, he be rapping and shit but that's not really what I'm into.
I just wanna kill a nigga not sing and go to jail over it. Thats just how that shit works for them I guess.
"He good at dodging smoke, you know how much money he got sis." I looked down at the camera and grabbed my blunt lighting it up. "Where he at now?" I asked softly as he looked at his TV and played with his hair. "Uh somewhere in Utah." I hit my blunt and nodded. "I'm going out there."
A visible smirk popped up on his face and I laughed. "Boy I'm not doing shit but blowing that nigga brains out and potentially finding me a fling."
He nodded and talked to somebody in the background before looking at me. "Ight Clem, in the name of Gee." I nodded as he hung up and I set my phone down hitting the blunt again. That nigga Top really pissing me off with all that dissing he be fucking doing.
I might have took that L the first time we fought be next time I'm fasho beating that nigga ass.
And that's on Nyla
I decided to go on twitter and tweet some random shit, more like a diss.
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While that did it's own thing I just relaxed and watched TV. Ion give a fuck bout what that nigga say he ain't fazed nun.
