chapter one

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"Talking to me like she like me or something, fake bend that a$$ over like she hiking or something. she wanna fuc me and her friends like she dyking or something. what do to me baby like it's Nike or something. I'ma getten money ass nigga. I ain't chasing shit unless its money or liquor. I ain't referee but she know I'm official. she got both a$$ cheek bounce that double dribble. That ass perfect babe!" Aria chanted in the club.

Her section was full of celebrities like Kodak, Duke, Beckingham and Odell. Not to mention her girls which included Cardi, Normani, Ari Fletcher and Ella. They had been turning up sine midnight and everyone knows in New York the City doesn't sleep.

"SHOTS" Ari screamed and the bottle girls immediately came out with a sign that said 'Happy 22 Birthday Aria'. ' in neon led lights. The dancers popped out designed in Arias new underwear drop. Hughes of blue, red, green and gold splashed out against the all white party. 

"I ain't changing shit unless its money or liquor, I ain't referee but she know I'm official. she got both a$$ cheek bounce that double dribble. That ass perfect babe! You know you doing that shit on purpose babe, that pussy wetter than some water let me surf it babe! " The group was screaming at this point. The girl felt like her voice was going to disappear any minute. 

Kodak came up behind her and pointed to the left and in walk Bo$$man D Low himself. With a mike in hand he walked up to Aria and escorted her to the stage. 

"He don't like me, but his bitch love me,Got kicked out the house at 14, I was still thuggin'

She ate that dick so much, her knee ugly. He know I fucked the bitch, he seen me and be mean muggin' Uh, that shit don't mean nothin'You play with me, and you know how my team comin'


Ay, that ass sit up better than two bunk bedsh, she thick, thick, she eat her cornbread (uh)
Yeah, that shit there homemade She get on her knees and make that ass go both ways
She mix Patrón with the OJ, She mix Amiri with the Dolce


If he can't buy you Dior, then he pi-or, mm, uh Or maybe you just a basic bitch
Keep a-, nigga play, spray the bitch I'm so clean, look at me, take a pic


I got bands in my pants, I'm so lit I'm pullin' up foreign truck, five percent
That ass natural, I gotta have it, look how it sit, Get on your ass, she gon' crash 'bout that dick!" The rapper performed his latest hit for the first time at the Apollo for Aria's twenty fifth birthday. 


"This is the best night of my fucking life, thank y'all so much for shown out for your girl. God bless remember phillipians 3;14!" Madison said as she grabbed the mike from her best friend.  

"I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." The crowed recited.

"Amen" She said into the mike. She grabbed the bottle of White and Gold Bel Air and shouted. 

"BADDIE BADDIE SHOT O'CLOCK'' Making the crowed go crazy. 



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