Chapter 2: Konfused
"Babe you like the dinner..?" Chris asked. "yea it was okay....thank you.." I said. "Anything for my lovely wife.." he said kissing my hand. "If only I remember the wedding...." I said looking down. He hold my chin up. "Its okay..as long as you have me..you don't need to refresh your memory...." he said. I smiled and nodded.
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Next day
"So why I can't get a job...?" I asked. "Because you said you wanted to be a housewife...don't you want to refresh your memory....?" He asked. I nodded. "Okay then....why don't I take you to the hair salon to change your look.." he said. I screamed and jumped up. "Thank you..you're the best husband ever.." I said. He chuckled.
"So what would you like done....Ohh my gosh you're...." the hair stylist said but frowned. "Ohh I thought you was the model but nevermind..." She said nervously. I looked back at chris and he smiled. I sat down. "Like I said what would you like done..." She asked. "Ohh she wants it blown out and curly long ...." Chris said before I spoke. The lady shrugged and start doing my hair.
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"This looks great thanks..." I said. "You welcome sweetie..." She said. Chris payed her and we walked outside. "Babe....you are going home and cook I will be back later ok..." he said he said as we got in the car. "Where are you going. ..?" I asked. "Don't worry about..it I'll be back.." he said driving to the house.
When we arrived he led me to the door. "I'll be back later...ok baby..?" He asked as he kissed me. I nodded. He smiled and jogged back to the car. I smiled and walked into the house. I wonder where he's going. I guess I'll start cooking. I want some music on while I cook. I walked in the living room and picked up Rae sremmurd album. I sit it in the streets and start jamming to it.
Come get her
[Intro]
Somebody come to the floor, it feels like we've met before
[Hook: Swae Lee]
Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come tip her, she's dancin' like a stripper
Somebody come get her, she's feelin' all the liquor
[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Chopped and screwed up
I'm a pothead, true enough
At your ex's crib and you're boo'd up
Take it slow baby, we in no rush
Hennessy or Don Q, that's a very hard choice
For the diamonds on my pinky, need a gang of cool points
And the drop head make 'em drop dead, yeah
Ye ain't scared, ye ain't scared, ye ain't scared, yeah
Believe me, I'm out here, you see me, in action
I've heard a lot, a lot about you
Passin' round blunts like a hot potato
And you dancin' on the table, gushin' like volcano
I stopped dancing and walked in the kitchen. I decided to cook spaghetti and garlic bread. I opened the cabinet to grab noodles and sauce.
Lit Like Bit
[Intro: Slim Jimmy]
Drinkin' on somethin'
Man I gotta be drinkin' on somethin'
Just chillin' with me with the haters doin' somethin'
Little Grey, gotta be drinkin' on somethin'
I'm smokin' on somethin', tryna go pop on somethin'
I ain't trippin', man I don't give a fuck if it's your girl
Man she drinkin' on somethin', have you smokin' on somethin'
Have you smokin' on somethin'
Once I let the spaghetti cook I took out some frozen garlic bread and put it in the oven. I walked back in the living room and jammed to these songs.
[Hook: Swae Lee]
Golly, golly, she love me, and
My woman, my ho, these women
Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't answer that door
[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Neighbors keep knockin', bitches keep watchin'
Hoes keep jockin', but the money keep flockin'
They wishin' we was floppin', I can see it on their faces
I can point at different bitches
And I bet they all from different places
Look at all this money, lit, lit, lit, sremmLife shit, pop a chair sit
Poppa bear shit, I'm so grown, brand new car, I'm so on
Yeah nigga what, all my niggas rich
All my bitches rich too so you need a key to come visit
News life shit, test this cup, test this cup, do it for us
Four eyed, damn, I'm twisted bad, I can feel it
Aquafina water, go ahead and pill it
Go ahead and pill it, do it if you dare
I just wanna lay it down and run my fingers right through her hair
Remove her underwear, lick, lick, lick
Lit sex yes, she show chest, breathe in deep, geeked all week
Sunday night, Sunday fight, argue, don't wanna argue
How could you think that I would ever leave you?
I see right through you, get money with the same crew
I fuck the same hoes like you
Switch 'em out once a week, I'm cool
That's mid, I'm cool, midnight crew
Paint the Maserati midnight blue
Money pool, I'm 'bout to swim right through
Who are you?
I heard the oven ding. I turned the music down and check on the food.
Sorry for taking too long...next chapter is long
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