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It was a few hours past she been cooling down In the studio alone because everyone was outside talking about it but they started going inside because Kevin was gonna record a track
"You good now" Kevin asked sitting behind her she was scrolling on bed phone on her spam page she was calmer then before but she was still cooling down a bit
"Yea I'm cool" She told him still looking down at her phone he assumed she was still in her mood so he just sighed and went over to the booth and started recording
"How you love me? I'm up in the booth Said I'm lying, like show me the proof Get in my bag, put a sixth in a deuce She like, "Who Wockesha? Lately, I've been feelin' alone But I'm clutchin' my chrome Pray to my mama I'm gon makе it home
20 missed calls, I ain't answеr my phone Then I heard JB ain't make it home They say, "Flocka, keep up and be strong" Nah, why? 'Cause that shit was wrong And I told him to keep that bitch on 'em" Bitch, that's juice And you can't walk a mile in my shoes You ain't throw as much shots as I threw You don't tote on the Glock like I do And you definitely don't bend that block like I do " he rapped she looked up from her phone to watch him"I got my front, but is you behind me? Get goofy like Martin and Gina
Or get greedy like Keisha and Tommy Then get deady like Whitney and Bobby
I brought my pole if she think she gon' line me With the .30, I move extra cocky
If I ain't dead or in jail, they can't stop me Gotti and Nene and Scottie, my top three Need a smooth G to spin, call up Gotti Sosa with Knockski in lobby Know a 'ooter who aim for skullatis He be buggin', his name is Lil Notti If I tell him to get 'em, I know that he got me So I got him, he stay right beside me I be thinking like she movin' Wocky She keep tellin' me, "Flocka, you got me" " He rapped he looked over to her when he mentioned her but her head was down at her phone"Is you gon' climb for me if it get rocky? A parole shinin' through like it's hockey
Can't box right now, bullets punchin' like Ali Gotta keep it, I know they gon' watch me And I know that the feds tryna lock me Ridin' with it, I hope they don't stop me If they do, then it's gon' be a high-speed I pray God take the wheel, hope he got me You better up first, boy, you better not let 'em Hop out first, you better catch 'eThey only got one up on you if you let 'em How he talk down, you fed or you fed 'em? Nigga dougie got shot, that's on bro, I'ma dead 'em He can't come to this block, I won't let 'em Lil Notti, he spot 'em, he got 'em, he get 'em And Lil Drama gon' hop out and stretch 'em" He rapped , after he finished the song they left the car ride home he was trying to talk to her but she only responded with yea or mhm which pisses him off so he stopped talkingEventually they went home and argued because she had a attitude and didn't wanna tell him what for so he left in a rage but she ain't care about it so she just went and chilled in her room
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Hours later she still hasn't talked to Kevin she been thinking to text him but still hasn't done it so to get it off her mind her cj Scottie Jenn and Tata was going to the club
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