For The Love Of Quincy |Quincy Brown & KeKe Palmer

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Hello Yall.

I cant just explain how fucking happy I am for Kendrick Muthfuckin Lamar.
Like lord, he has really been blessed. All the shit that he speaks is true and people fault him. I love Drake, in love with Cole but dat damn K.Dot. His performance was everything to me and his speech. Boy got the keys to COMPTON.

Idc, who dont like him, I do. He is one of least that always gives thanks to God. There is no other, like frfr im excited. #COMPTONSTANDUP , I always rep where we from. King Kendrick, Congrats.

R.I.P Big Ang.

Ok.. now that I got that out the way, here's an update for yall good reading people.

Justin Dior in the mm.

Enjoy. - P.P

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[Quincy.]

Two Days Later.

"You sure you didnt talk to that girl in the club?"

"Aaliyah. Seriously? I was talking to everyone."

"That right there is ya muthafuckin problem." She mugged me and walked to the bed.

"You serious right now. Like foreal?"

I hate that she wanna argue over this shit. She just turned the tv on. Real shit Aaliyah is getting on my damn nerves, every since that night. She trippin' hard, shit I aint even trip that hard with Chris. Im finna lose all the chill I was raised with. Still looking at the tv she ignores me.

"Aaliyah."

"Im not fucking available to talk to liars."

"Liar? I was drugged but im the muthafuckin liar? Aight."

"Damn skippy." She smacked her lips.

"You on some bullshit, onna' hood."

"Fuck the hood."

I glared at her cause I was gone say some shit to break her. I done enough of that so I was trynna keep my shit grown and mature this time but she pushin' the chill.

"Fuck is wrong witchu'?"

"You."

"I aint even do shit?"

"You know."

"Man, Aaliyah im not wit the bullshit ass games. Say wassup, or shut the fuck up, period. You on some kid shit right na'."

She just sat there for a moment.

"Quincy, if you hadnt been out being fucking thirsty, that wouldnt have happened to you. If you hadnt fucking left me, a bitch wouldnt have got to you, cause I would have been right there. Quincy if you hadnt been letting bitches touch you or get in your bubble, you wouldnt have got fuckin' drugged."

I just stared at her for some time. I was searching her face to see if this was because I left her and she was mad about it. Or if she was serious. Either way, I wasnt fuckin with the attitude shit.

"You know what fuck it Quincy." She got out the bed, and put her UGGs back on.

"Fuck is you going?"