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𝐌𝐢'𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐚'*•

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𝐌𝐢'𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐚
'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

"Where you going?" I ask taking Azzy from Freeway.

"Me and Pork Chop looking into properties to buy and rent out."

He really getting out of the streets and I love that for him. Go papi!

"How long I gotta watch her for?" I ask.

"Why you said it like that? Like watching yo own child is such an inconvenience to you." He says.

"You know that's not how I meant it, I was just asking a question, stop starting augments." I wave him off.

"I'm not- nevermind, I'll be back in a few hours just... keep her alive and don't take her nowhere." He sighs walking to the door.

"No bye?" I ask, offended.

"Bye Mi'kelsia, I love you."

"Love you too." I say before he leaves.

I wait a good 10 minutes after he leaves to put Azariah in the car and drive to the mall.

She starts crying for sum reason. I just hook my phone up and shuffle my playlist. I turn the City Girls up loud enough so I can't hear her anymore. She'll stop eventually.

Y'all hoes done fucked up
Bitch, don't make me put my wig in a rubber band (band)
Wait
Slap a bitch down with the fuck shit
I'm talkin' to you ho
Y'all hoes better tighten up
Enough is enough, bitch
City Girls with the fuck shit
Nah, don't blame it on you drunk bitch (nah)
See we cajole a ho
The whole clique gon' follow, ho (bitch)
Be at your door like dominoes
And your main nigga love me (haha)
Bruh been tryna fuck me
For the bread, walk him like a puppy (walk him)
It ain't no love for you both side playin' hoes
Play with your kids or the radio, bitch
Another comma, millionaire status
A cool one-twenty on the Patek
Dope bitch, magic
I live a poor bitch dreams (yeah)
Coco Chanel me, please

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"Yea her dad not really an active part of her life unfortunately. I've been doing this single mother shit ever since she was born." I sigh.

"It's okay, you don't need him sweetheart, you have me." Harris hugs me.

Only reason I'm lying like this is because Harris bought Azzy a shit ton of clothes and toys and whatever. Harris is a 42 yr old rich white man with a black girl fetish I'll gladly feed into until it no longer benefits me. White men so useful.

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