"Now I didn't think this bitch would actually have all the fine niggas out here." Me and my bestfriend princess walked in the court.
"I mean they ight i guess." I poured some skittles into my mouth.
"Bitch please i might need to get my hands on that light skin nigga." She licked her lips.
I scrunched my face in disgust. "Ew who the fuck likes lightskins?"
"I do! I like em all. You know I don't care about the skin color if he fine bring him to me."
"Yeah whatever." I muttered. We sat on the bleachers in the middle section.
"I be forgetting you like those darkskins who either got a babymama or either in the streets." Princess commented.
So does she.
"No that's not even true." I denied. She was 50% right. Ain't nothing wrong with a street nigga but a nigga with a babymama hell naw. She lying about that part.
"Wait a damn minute I know that ain't pop." She squinted her eyes looking at the other side of the gym.
"Pop who?" I asked confusingly.
"Bitch bashar. I swear you so slow. What the fuck his fine ass doing in here?"
Bashar.
"Wait a minute you talking about the nigga with the deep voice. He was the one who slapped the hell out of that boy at the 7 eleven." I started to laugh.
If you seen that video then you know. That shit was so hilarious. Dude deserved it though. He should've never slapped him and took his necklace. I think pop was 14 when that boy did that to him.
