Alexia
Y'all I'm done with the therapist crap. I'm sitting in my room thinking about when I use to rap. I got my producer on my phone right now. Ima just go ahead and be one again. Because that therapist shit ain't for me bruh. I pressed call.
Phone Convo
Producer. Who dis ?
Me. Me Alexis
Producer. DIAMOND
Me. Yup
Producer. Awwe shittt wassup lil mama you ready to start back making this money shorty!!!
Me. Yes I'm beyond ready
Producer. Ight ight you kno I gotchu I'll call u back later to tell u what's what
Me. Aight Patna in crime
Producer. Fasho fasho you kno I gotchu ..right
Me. Nigga you still like me
Producer. Maybe or maybe not
Me. Didn't I tell I don't mix business with pleasure
Producer. Yea yea I know you just attractive why you still single
Me. Look enough of the small talk let's get back to business
He laughed then hung up. He is cute but nah I can't do that shit. I put on me some work out clothes and grabbed a teeth whitening correcting and walked downstairs seeing latavia in the kitchen whipping up smoothies. I laughed because she kept eating the fruit as she made the smoothies. I walked by her.
Alexia, guess what
Latavia, what
Alexia, ima be a rapper again
Latavia, ayeeee that's wassupp
Alexia, yuppp and are you ready to go to the gym
Latavia, yea let's go and don't forget your smoothieee
Alexia, alright
Latavia, nice ass by the way Alex
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Teen FictionA love story about Takeoff and Ouavo, meeting to lovely but strong girls. Will the last or will they crash.
