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"Give me the cash, fuck a wedding ring. Put some ice on my neck, cash money watch it bling bling." Jatavia rapped, as Caresha hyped her up.
"Always talkin' 'bout the block hot, but you want a bad bitch in Givenchy slides? Make the pieces hit or nigga Milly rock. Time up, yeah game over, shot clock! If you ain't got that bread you ain't got a shot. 'Cause I'm that bitch, yeah real hot." She rapped, and Santana started going crazy.
"Bitch, this make me wanna go pop some pussy." He sighed dramatically. "What pussy?" Miami asked. Tavia laughed, and he threw a pillow at the both of them. "Caresha, please." He rolled his eyes.
Jatavia sighed, sitting on the couch inside the studio that Chris rented out for them. She smiled, seeing a text from him and opened it.
Boo ❤️
Y'all still in the studio? I miss my babies
Yeah & we miss you too I'm so sleepy I hate this
At least you ain't get no morning sickness U want some food ?
I was gonna get something once I left
Check yo cashapp
Thank u boo 💕
Yw baby I'm coming out next weekend for a performance
How long u staying?
A week Ima try to stay longer but ion know
I like to be fuckeddddd like a sluttttttt !!! Can u do that for me baby? ☹️
