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"You keep on threatening me with this damn video. Post it, I do not give a damn. You was moaning louder than me, the fuck." I mugged on the phone with my ex, Tone, while going down the elevator of my apartment complex
He keep saying if Ion "act right" he gon post this 25 second clip of me in back shots, I don't care he can post my clit and I still wouldn't
Delulu ass bitch, nigga had to sneak record
"Yo shit not even that good fa somebody to be moaning louder than you, stop putting on." He said, nigga erk me soul
"Post the video. Wow, I fucked a trifling nigga? So what? That's all a mufucka can say." I mugged even more
"Bitch, you the trifling one." He raised his voice
"And yo momma sold you for an ounce of crack, I never cared." I rolled my eyes, she really did when he was 3 but it was more than an ounce
"And yo momma beat yo ass." He lied
"She ain't beat shit, while you tryna be funny. And you know what, I'm finna go beat yo momma ass." I stepped off the elevator
I don't tell his ass shit because he always tryna be funny
"You keep playing like I won't post this video." He said, he really lame as fuck
"POST IT! And tag me too, my spam and my main. I don't care, hoe ass nigga." I hung up then walked out my lobby into the parking garage
This nigga literally live in Jacksonville, why he even still bothering me?
Fuck him and that video, it's a year old. Ass done got fatter and body done got more tatted
I put my phone up in my pocket then hopped in my black G- Wagon. I love my car, red guts and all
I drove to my studio, I only have it because Ion want nobody picking up clothes from my apartment and everybody knowing where I reside
These lame loser ass bitches won't come beating my door down telling me to come outside
I locked my car after getting out then unlocked the doors to my studio, I sat down waiting
One of the girls, Angel, that was supposed to come pick up her stuff called me
"Ji, oh my God." She said sounding out of breath when I answered
"What's the problem?" I furrowed my eyebrows
"I just- I just beat my nigga ass and his fat ass sister just chased me down and they stole my car. Can I come pick my skirt another time?" She panted
"Gir- I'll just come bring it to you." I said
"Okay, I'm finna send you the address." She said breathing heavy and I hung up
I wasn't even surprised because everything just ghetto, I'm ghetto too so Ion too much be giving a fuck
