𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

𝟎𝟑.

𝐀'𝐍𝐈𝐉𝐀𝐇 𝐌. 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝟏𝟗

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"beat her ass nijah."

"get this bitch off me." she said.

"fuck who brother?" i stopped punching her, just continued to sit on top of her.

out the corner of my eye i seen aniyah punch some bitch. "bitch, fuck who brother?" i sent another punch to her face.

i stood up, stomped her face before i ran and punched the ho aniyah was fighting.

fatt was standing over the fight making sure wasn't none of they bitches jumping in though.

"aight ima give you that." junebug said. "bitch i know i got that."

"and i know bitches still gone run they mouth and ima whoop you every time you do bitch." i turned back around.

"she wanna fight again."

"for what? she just got her ass whooped." milan said.

"come on shawty." i laughed.

"why y'all crowding over they fight? back up." dirty said. "man what y'all niggas wanna do out here?"

"man quit it." aj laughed.

some nigga came up and stood behind the kaaymoney bitch making me raise my eyebrow.

as she started running up to me i did the same and out of nowhere i felt a stinging sensation hit my eyes.

"shit." i yelled then felt a punch.

started started swinging immediately.

"ayeeee." aniyah pulled me. "this stupid ass bitc just maced me bra." i yelled.

"hell no, that was that nigga that walked up behind her."

"that's why you should've called yo nigga bitch."

"im finna call him." aj said.

"somebody pour some water on my face bra."
"is they still here?"

"ahhhh haaa bitch." i heard. "i just beat that bitch ass, i know that ain't her running her mouth?" i asked, rubbing my eyes.