ᴊᴏ-ᴠᴀᴜɢʜɴ 'ᴊᴏᴇʏ' ꜱᴄᴏᴛᴛ
ᴍᴀɴʜᴀᴛᴛᴀɴ, ɴʏ
ᴀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ
I nod my head to the beat and lyrics that blared throughout the studio.
"Yo Larry, this the one for real." I said listening to his flow
'Might get her hair done, let her drive the Porsche (what else?)
Ten thousand in my sock and I'm rocking shorts
Uh, shoes up, I got my life in order
Slide through BK in a drop with Jody'
"Yeah it is homie." Larry nodded
Soon the engineer turned it down a bit before working on minor touches on it.
I plopped down on the couch as Larry did the same on the other side.
"You going to drop this as a single or just put it on the album?"
"I think I'm going to put it on the album. The streets hungry for more music. I can't just give them that and not more songs."
He nodded "Nah I get that. When you plan on dropping on the album?"
I shrugged leaning back "I'm not sure yet. I guess whenever it's fully done and I'm completely happy with the shit."
"Gotchu." He said
Just then his phone buzzed and a smirk came across his face.
"What shorty got you blushing and shit?" I asked
He quickly texted back and looked up at me "Nigga I ain't blushing."
"Explain ya face then."
He sucked his teeth and chuckled "I can't tell you bro."
"Why?"
"Cause you know shorty."
"I know her? Like on a scales from 1-10."
"Ten nigga!" He laughed
I sucked my teeth "Man come on with that guessing shit."
"Aight... it's Angel." He simply said
I gave him a blank stare before busted out laughing "Yo go head with that bullshit."
"I'm serious. I got shorty number last week when I ran into her at the store."
I read his face and seen he was serious.
Larry been the type of nigga to lie on getting a female. But Angel? I couldn't believe this shit.
"The fuck do you mean you got her number?"
"I got shorty number."
"Hold on man. You know shorty gotta man, right?"
"Yeah I know, she steady reminding my ass. She definitely playing games."
"Nah it's just going to be hard for you to try and get her. She loved her dude."
