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TINK rolled her eyes at her younger sister, Saniyah, she had came over to Tink house earlier and ended up following her to the studio. Tink didn't mind when people accompanied her, in fact she enjoyed seeing her family and friends insight on her music. But her sister was being loud and obnoxious, which was really messing with her flow.
"Can you please not," Tink told her sister with a roll of her eyes, Saniyah huffed in return.
"Your so lame bruh," she rolled her eyes at her sister, Saniyah, or Pooh, as everyone called her stood from the couch as she looked at the records that belonged to a bunch of artist's that recorded here in the past.
"Mommy can I have this?" Dumier asked from his seat on the couch. He stood from the couch and ran over to her with his Blue iPad in his hand.
"What is that," Tink asked him with a frown.
"It's a basketball court, see look," he said shoving the device further to her face.
"Ok," she chuckled pushing his device back, "umm we'll see babe," she told him and he nodded. He knew what those words meant in his mom vocab. It meant yes, so he was going to patiently wait.
He walked back to the couch and sat down as he continued to eat his McDonald's happy meal.
"Come listen to this Niyah, tell me if you like it or not," Tink said replaying the song she had been working on.
Yeah, I made a profile on Tinder Since you left me to be with her I think that means I'm gettin' desperate Wish I could return to sender But you don't love me no more And I don't even know what for (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Knew it was real when you blocked me Now I sit at home judgin' my body Wondering what I did to lose you (what I did to lose you) Why in the hell you ain't choose me? Why you don't love me no more? (Yeah) And I don't even know what for (nah, ah-ah) You must've wanted somethin' different Still don't know what I was missin' What you asked I would've given It ain't right how these hoes be winnin' Why they be winnin'? Yeah (why they be? Why they be?) No hope for a girl like me, how come they be winnin'? Yeah (Why they be? Why they be?) And I ain't wanna be But you gon' make a hoe out of me
"It's not done yet but how do you like it so far, like honest to God opinion," Tink asked nervously as she flicked her short squared shaped nails, she was really proud of this project, this song was actually one from her album that she'd been working on.
"Girlllll, you ate this shit up," Niyah told her sister. "This going on the album?" She asked with a huge smile showcasing her now Pink wired braces.
"You sound pretty mommy," Dumier spoke looking at his mom.
"Aww thank you baby," she smiled at her son.
"Welcome," he replied before going to his iPad once again.
