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Bryson have a concert tonight he's been mad at me because I spent the night with my boy Bestfriend I don't understand why he's so mad when we don't date we don't even talk I sprayed on some perfume I got in my car and drove I bought a backstage pass along wit front row seats
It took me some time to park once that was done I waited got in and went to my row when the concert started I was enjoying myself he started rapping my favorite song n I was rapping along wit him
In the UK
Ayy (shoutout my boy, Diito), nigga, come on, let's do it Yeah, ayy (Crud), ayy, ayy, ayy I'm in the UK, no blicky (mad) But the knife on me if shit get sticky, yeah (brr) Still slide if it's risky Put the dick on the Glock, leave him pissy (brr) Cut to the face, buck fifty One to the neck, give lil' bruv hickeys (brr) Run away, do him like Ricky (come here) Run shit down (come here), better run away quickly (brr) Tap in when I'm in your city I'm a top boy, tell 'em get up with me, yeah (get up with me) Anywhere, any day, andale I'ma have me about a few killers with me, yeah (a few killers with me) Spin on the block, get dizzy Spin on my block then you must be silly (must be stupid) Spin the block 'til we leave him drippin' Even overseas, I'm Grape Street crippin' (ooh-woo) We know you're man's not hot How you gon' run from a dot-dot-dot? (Brr-brr-brr) Spin the block at three o'clock (three) I'ma link him until he drop (until he drop) No opp can get no love He's not my kind, he's not my bruv (not my bruv) High as a kite, never sober Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up (poked up) NLE, Jamie Oliver, shit ain't sweet (ain't sweet) I ain't never do no trick or treats (treats) Leave a nigga body wrapped up in the sheets (grr) White chalk (grr), yellow tape, all in the street (grr) Sherlock Holmes gon' have to come see (come see) How he gon' solve this mystery? (Mystery) Your mama in misery (come) My mama visitin' me (come) I fucked your bitch even though she clapped But her ass fat, so I made it clap I don't know you, homie, I ain't givin' no dap (givin' no dap) Only hand you get from me is slap (grr) If a nigga play with me, I'ma be like Shamima I ain't never gon' make it back (never gon' make it) Link him, snuff him Stab him and that's on that (that's on that) Boris Johnson, a noncay, my bitch like Beyonce (Beyonce) Keep a K like Kanye, might sneak in the UK (UK) My house look lit like the Buckingham Palace I stand over him, give a fuck about it (give a fuck about it) What it is to me? Just another body What it is to you? Your folks dyin' I'm in the UK, no blicky But the knife on me if shit get sticky, yeah (brr) Still slide if it's risky Put the dick on the Glock, leave him pissy (brr) Cut to the face, buck fifty One to the neck, give lil' bruv hickeys (brr) Run away, do him like Ricky (come here) Run shit down (come here), better run away quickly (brr) Tap in when I'm in your city I'm a top boy, tell 'em get up with me, yeah (get up with me) Anywhere, any day, andale I'ma have me about a few killers with me (a few killers with me) Spin on the block, get dizzy Spin on my block, then you must be silly (must be stupid) Spin the block 'til we leave him drippin' Even overseas, I'm Grape Street crippin' (ooh-woo) Mans not hot Even overseas, I'm Grape Street crippin' (brr-brr-brr) Three o'clock (ayy, three) Even overseas, I'm daily droppin' (daily droppin') No love Even overseas, I'm Grape Street crippin' (he's not my bruv) Never sober Even over, 'fore you get poked up (poked up) We know your mans not hot How you gon' run from a dot-dot-dot? (Trick or treats) Spin the block at three o'clock (the sheets) I'ma link him until he drop (all in the streets) No opp can get no love He's not my kind, he's not my bruv (mystery) High as a kite, never sober Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up (get poked up) 'Fore you get poked up ('fore you get poked up) Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up ('fore you get poked up) Get poked up (get poked up) Back up, back up 'fore you get poked up (get poked up)
After the concert I went to the meet and greet area he was taking pictures with his fans smiling when I got to him his smile dropped for a moment but it came back this one was fake he hugged me and whispered in my ear to wait for him by the back door I took a picture and walked to the door it was 2 hours until he came when he did he let me in the room first
Than closed the door it locked by itself he started taking off his shirt and than sat down in a chair away from me on his phone texting
Majesty:damn hey to u too
Bryson:why u here
Majesty:you've been ignoring me since last week
Bryson:u got a nigga
Majesty:*laughs* he's my friend
Bryson:didn't look like it the way he was all up on u
Majesty:get out your feelings
Bryson:I have to go
Majesty:your really not about to talk to me over a damn picture
He continued to ignore me I slapped and before I could walk away he pulled me into him I looked away from him but he held my face
Bryson:u ain't have to hit me
Majesty:than stop ignoring me
Bryson pov I kept staring at Majesty as she was talkin I kissed her and she kissed me back once we pulled away I left a mark on her neck and picked her up we continued kissing I sat down on the couch she pulled away and just stared at me
Bryson:what
Majesty:nothing
Bryson:I gotta get ready to go I'll call between shows
Majesty:ok
I kissed her than moved her off my lap after a while she left and I started putting on more comfortable clothes walked to the suv and got in
