It all started when dat salty hoe pulled mah weave. BonQuiQui and Tiffany. Lowkey, they was hood rats. Josue was at the trap house breaking bread wit' a female he ain't got no business hangin out wit'.
BonQuiQui: Aye yo Tiff. You betta get 'cha booty cheeks ova' here or imma whoop yo ass.
Tiffany: Hold up hoe. Am finna bust dat ass so bad you gon' be looking like Fetty Wap's missing eyeball havin ass.
BonQuiQui: Get ya salty, ratchet, petty, ghetto, ugly, musty, dusty, weave outta here. I ain't tryna touch dat shit. For real doe. Like, keep it 100.
Josue: I told ya'll we ain't finna fight here.
Tiffany: Do it look like a give two fucks? We gon' fight evriware. (Slaps BonQuiQui)
BonQuiQui: bitch Dis woulda' neva' happened if you didn't flip the dope and ride my whip to muh fuckin Minnesota.
Tiffany: Bitch that ain't even Minnesota. Fuck is you talkin' bout? That was fuckin' Kentucky.
Josue: I ain't finna have beef wit' ya'll. I'm out.
The End.
Josue didn't want to have beef, so he left. BonQuiQui and Tiffany didn't want any beef either, so they stopped fighting.
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