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"𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐍𝐎 respect fa' they selves, on King David." Dayvon shook his head, seeing the women that were sitting across from him and his best friend, Durk, smiling at them, wearing a outfit that didn't even look like it fit them. It was extremely revealing, like they were trying to impress someone, but that could easily get the women into something they'd want no dealings in.
"Hey grandson." One of them, Rihanna, came up to Dayvon, a sly smirk on her face.
"Wassup." He mumbled, focusing on rolling his blunt.
"I could sit here?" She questioned, patting the spot next to him.
"Youn' gotta ask me. Sit there." He chuckled, licking the wood.
"Thank you." She mumbled, grinning harder than ever, she was sitting next to King Von for fucks sake.
"Why you wear that lil ass shit? Hm?" He glanced at Rihanna, then looking back at his now perfectly rolled blunt.
"I-I thought it was cute.." She replied lowly, looking over at him.
"It's not. You just want these niggas attention, and you gone get some you don't want. These niggas don't give two fucks 'bout you. You too pretty to be playing yoself like that ma." He muttered, and she nodded, taking in what he was saying.
"Nigga Von got game." Durk laughed, lighting the blunt.
"Nah, I'm just being honest. You know I only want Lyssa nigga." He replied honestly.
"Aye, get y'all asses up and record y'all verses. Damn." Muwop rolled his eyes, seeing the other girl, Mariah come up to him. He was ready to go.
"Shut yo' bitch ass up." Durk mushed his head, walking into the recording booth.
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