Doh Hate The Player Hate The Game

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Ziddy💀
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“Stop gwaan wid yuh attitude yuh think a yuh likkle fren dem dis yah talk to,” I said and she laughed.

“Yuh really funny,”she said.

“Mi hear seh yah mek other man a touch touch yuh up...yah eediot or sumn yuh figot who mi be,”I said.

“And so....dat naave nutting fi do wid yuh,”she said.

Yuh know seh she full a too much attitude haffi go put har inna har place.

I dragged her from the gazebo, not aggressively though and into a nine grade class room.

“Weh the fuvk yah seh yah now...cause is like yuh love when mi man handle yuh,”I said as I grabbed her throat and braced her against the table.

“Wah wrong wid yuh mek yuh no leave mi alone is like yuh no memba weh yuh seh Wednesday,”she said pushing away my hand.

“Weh mi seh Wednesday?”I asked just wanting her to repeat it.

“If yuh no remember weh yuh seh that a fi yuh problem... But if yuh no wah tek this serious then fuvking leave mi alone and stop badda mi when yuh see mi wid other people! ”

She look like she did really hurt from weh mi seh Wednesday... Even though mi neva mean it so.

Mi actually like har bad bad but mi no use to dem sumn deh so mi did a try step away. But mi no know mi just cyah keep mi self away from har.

Cause mi neva really have love inna mi life when mi did a grow up so mi no really know how fi show love.

Mi wah tell har all a dem sumn yah but mi no wah too tell nobody how mi feel cause mi cyah trust nobody.

“Yuh still a think bout dat... Dat a inna e past a right now mi a talk bout,”I said placing my hands on her thigh.

“Mi nah figet weh yuh tell mi cause if yuh think mi ago be one a yuh likkle scrawny side gyal dem den yuh betta think again,”

“Lia yah no none a dem deh gurl deh,”

“Den weh mi be? ” she asks folding her hands.

Mi neva know weh fi ansa to dat so mi just keep quiet.

“Exactly weh mi a talk bout,”she said and she got up and left.

Not even did wah badda stop har... If mi neva intend fi tell har how mi feel den why mi woulda wah waste har time.

I went back to the 11 grade block weh mi and e dawg dem did a chill until e artist dem fawod.

They had a bottle of rum and boom and some other tracer.

I poured myself some rum and traced it with boom.

Mi feel fuvk up... Lia just a mess wid mi head, mi no wah see har wid nobody but still mi cyah stay committed to har.

“My yute easy down pon e alcohol man...a wah do yuh mek yah drink so much,”said Jay taking the seventh cup of alcohol out of my hand.

“Mi stress out nuh fuvk!”I said resting my hand on my hand as I leaned back in the chair.

“Miss Attitude a stress out yuh bloodclaat!”laughed Jay and I laughed.

“Cause yuh no understand dawg,”I said sighing.

“Haffi go find wah oman weh pussy so good fi a mad mi!”laughed Skeng.

“Mine how yah talk bout har eno,”I threaten.