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"That bitch was bent over the table, showing everything man. I'm like 'ooooweee', that's some shit to make you put a ring on it."
Dayvon, Durk, Booka and G Herbo were now in a sprinter on their way back to the studio. They just left another one of Von's parties and they were all tired. However Durk had an album he really needed to finish, and he wanted G Herbo on one of the songs he needed to finalize.
"Did you fuck?" Herb asked.
"Of course nigga. I had to, she was looking too good. I'm fasho gone hit her line later."
Not that he would normally entertain Booka's antics, but Von currently couldn't concentrate on anything else besides his phone right now.
He was currently on several different blog pages for supposedly 'cheating' on Saavia with Kali.
From the posts, he could see that Kali had posted a picture of his bare back. Everyone was familiar with the '64' on his back, plus the black and blonde dreads confirmed that it was him.
Kali knew exactly what she was doing when posting that picture and he wasn't fucking with it at all. Von could laugh and joke about anything, but his relationship with Saavia wasn't anything to play with. She was playing with it, meaning she needed to be dealt with.
"Von, don't feed into that shit man. That hoe knows exactly what she doing." Durk voiced.
"Man, did she take that picture while you were changing your shirt in the section?" Booka asked.
Von just nodded, sending another text message to Saavia.
He had sent 6 so far and called her phone 23 times with no answer.
"Man, it was hella people in the section. Some random spilled cranberry juice on his shirt. He changin' his shirt, the thirsty bitch took a picture and zoomed in to make it seem like they was together or some shit." Durk explained.
"Bitch got a hell of a camera. It damn sure look like it's just y'all." Herbo voiced.
"Juuuust the two of us." Booka sang.
"Man can you please call India and tell her? I know she on the phone with them."
"I got you bro." Durk pulled out his phone instantly, clicking on his favorite contact.
Durk passed his phone to an anxious Von. Von couldn't control his bouncing leg any longer. After two rings India's voice came through the phone.
"Hello?"
"India, can you please tell Sa to answer the phone. She know I would never do no bullshit on her." He pleaded.
"Hold on Von, she's on the other line, I'm gonna add her to this call."
