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And they see me puttin' on and it got them nervous We don't never need to ball, I did it on purpose And I used to play the block with the fiends, got some knots in my jeans If a nigga talk hot, we gon' pop for his bean LEAKED X LIL TJAY
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Jhené sat in the middle of her bed, wondering where Von was, and also trying to wake herself up. He left early this morning to go get Kimani, since he knew Jhené really didn't wanna deal with Brooklyn, but she didn't even know he left.
It had been a day since the party India and Durk had, and they were still regrouping, but they were okay.
After staring at the wall for about ten minutes, she grabbed her phone, calling Von.
"Wassup baby, you finally woke up." Dayvon answered, parking his car.
"Hi, where did you go? Why you left me?"
"You poutin'?" Von chuckled, and Jhené rolled her eyes. She was indeed pouting.
"No. Stop it." Jhené smiled, getting off the bed and going into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
