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Fuck them niggas, you know them niggas type boring Fly with me, 'cause you know a nigga type soaring Get in that pussy and I'm like Gordon Sex in the air and the dirty Sprite pouring Got a nigga feelin' like we on a night flooring
STAR MONAÉ MICHAEL
staroftheshow 3hrs
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"I'm about to change the locks on his ass. He can't just be barging up in my house when he want to. Even if it used to be Karasi's too." Star fussed over the FaceTime, rolling her eyes once she was on the elevator of her penthouse complex.
"... He grieving, I'ont wanna hurt his feelings." Durk tried reasoning on his end, making her kiss her teeth immediately as she pressed the appropriate button of the elevator for the bottom floor. "You back at yo' crib? I told you to pull up on me a hour ago, what'chu doing?"
"I had to drop some stuff at my house. Why you so impatient? You ain't even send me the address so that I could pull up."
"I'm not, I just wanna see you." He replied, sounding as if he was in a room full of other people. "I dropped the lo' to my crib, meet me thea. It's too many folks hea."Which gave Star context for his dark and club-like setting.
"And that means?" Star frowned, the statement rubbing her completely the wrong way being that he spoke as if she was a secret or side ho.
The line went quiet once he realized her sudden attitude shift, "What? I'an mean it like that. I mean I wanna be alone wit'chu, not inna studio wit' a buncha niggas."
Stepping off of the elevator, she fixed her purse on her shoulder. "You full of shit, I knew you had a bitch."
"Man, what? Just come to the studio, Star. You tweaking, looking too deep into shit."
