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KAMEER ALI
"NICKOE"
I do not want the bitch, ain't no cuffing I come straight out the head, I be punching We gorillas, We come from the concrete
-DAY1 NICKOE
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"Bro what happened last night?" Sage asked, walking into the living room where Nickoe was sitting.
Nickoe was currently replying to a message for a job, he needed his P.O off his back, immediately. "Man that bitch Sarina was tripping bad last night on Heav li' friend." Nickoe shook his head.
"Sarina messy ass always inna' way of some'. I'm slick sick of her ass, she ain't wanna start back popping up til' you got out." Sage mugged.
Nickoe shook his head, running his hands down his face. "Mannn, she be on dick bad. It's like I can't get rid of shawty ass."
"Yea gang, her ass annoying and she thrower the fuck off."
"Heav friend socked the fuck outta' her ass last night though. I'm sayin' like she could barely get up type shit. She was sitting in Sarina seat and Sarina get to trippin bout it." Nickoe got to telling the story.
"Sarina cussin' and shit so ole' girl cussin back, telling her ass not tonight, she not onna' fuck shit so just gone on."
"This bitch Sarina called me her nigga, telling ole' girl 'why you sitting in my seat? then you got the nerve to sit by my nigga.' I get to laughing at her ass cause what the fuck?" Nickoe raised his eyebrow in confusion.
"Hell nah gang. Ain't no way you cuffed that?" Sage laughed, clearly tuned into the story.
"Hell nah. Ion want the bitch, ion do no cuffin." Nickoe shook his head, looking at his phone.
"Aye you going over Trap shit?" Nickoe asked Sage, who was rolling up.
Sage nodded and sealed the blunt. "Hell yeah. Soon as I finish this we can head out."
"Bet."
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AMAREE KANI
"MAREE"
" I don't know. Ju wants me to come see him, I'm thinking about it. What y'all think?" Amaree debated, asking her friends for advice.
