I'm just getting off of work from the club, I made 250,000 to night, I was very proud of myself today. I was so tired it hurts to walk. I made it to my car so fast. I was ready to get home. I started my car up and this bitch nigga August was singing on the radio. I don't like him really, he's so into his looks. I like some of his music but other then that he's a asshole. If I ever meet him I'm going to tell his ass off real quick.
August Alsin, Ghetto
I love the way she put them heels on
Hair ain't yours but it's paid for and
It's real long, show them tattoos
When you switch it up with yo
Jay's on, and you got a ass so fat that
I can't help but feel on, and you keep it
Real when it come to having sex, girl
You don't know flex, long as I fuck you
Good you ain't worried bout what's
Next, that's why I keep you here
You ain't like them other hoes, you
The fucking best just in case you didn't
Know, cause you come from the ghetto
Love em from the ghetto, girl you
The type I like, that's why I keep you
Here, you from the ghetto love em
From the ghetto, ain't afraid to let it
Show baby girl gone let em know
You from the ghetto, better let em know
You out the ghetto beta let em no
You out the ghetto, you from that Gh-etto
Now that right there is me and my son song. I will love August forever if I hear him sing that live. And way I made it home, to see my son and the baby sitter watching TV , I laughed to myself, this boy never sleep.
Hey I'm home- I spoke
Mama!- my son yelled
Hey fat man, ain't you suppose to be sleep- I kissed his cheeks, he giggled
I got to need wait for you mama- he said
OK baby, mama tired you gone sleep with me?- I said
He nodded his big head and laid it on my shoulder. I paid the babysitter and she left. Me and my son went up to the room. He was already sleeping. I put him under my covers, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. I let the hot water run all down my body. God it felt so good. I washed my body twice, got out and dried off. I lotions my body up and put my night clothes on. I laid next to my son and let sleep take over. I had a big day tomorrow and I needed my rest. Time to be the maid. Goodnight niggas.
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Lucky Girl
Storie d'amoreThe Question is how can you love your boss? Timia was so envious of her charming handsome boss Mr.August Alsina himself. She came off as self made, don't need anybody. This novel is based on true love, in new opportunities will this young couple ta...
