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When Celine arrived at the studio she hopped out on straight business, she bust through the doors and didn't bother signing no fucking sign in sheet she knew what room her man was in — well, ex man. Anyways she jogged down the long hall and came to a stop at a sign that said ' do not disturb ' she ain't know who this nigga thought he was, she busted right inside and to her surprise the bitch wasn't there. smart move. Herb was still rapping and hadn't noticed her yet neither did his homies considering they were all high as fuck.
She opened the studio door and walked up to him snatching the headphones off his head, "You think i'ma joke don't you?!"
"Celine, what the fuck is you talking bout dude?!"
"Bitch don't play with me i saw you was on facetime with miss bitch!"
"Slow down first of all watch yo' fuckin mouth ain't gone be too many mo bitches." he gave his producer a look and he dipped out the room. "The bitch called me Ce, i told her stop fucking calling me i'm with you now she don't care she crazy i swear that's the truth on Cap."
Celine cut her eyes, she wanted badly to knock his front teeth out. "So kill her." she said some what jokingly.
"Ce, come on now forreal." he grabbed her and pulled her closer to him by her waist.
"No, call her right now and tell her in my face you don't fuck with her you with me now." she moved his hands and crossed her arms. "You want me to be all for you, you gotta be all for me too."
With no hesitation he removed his phone from his pocket and dialed the unsaved number back. It only rung once before the thirsty bitch answered the phone. "You came to your senses?!" her voice was annoying as fuck why did niggas always fuck with these soft voice hoes.
"If coming to his senses means he want me to beat yo ass then yeah, he did." Celine said snatching the phone from him so she could see her face.
"Oh girl boo, this is my man girlie you just got here i been here know that." she sassed a smirk slowly curving on her face.
"Bitch!-."
Herb snatched the phone back and gave Celine a look to chill. "Aye' you gotta let that delusion go i fuck with Celine now we don't even see eachother."
"Herbert, we just had dinner last weekend."
Celine was taken back for a moment, she wasn't sure who to believe at this point. "Bitch pull up!" she shouted hoping up off the couch.
