Lyric pov.
*3months later*August has been starting argument's for no reason and always touching on me. Ima beat his ass if he start one today and that's for real.
August: LYRIC GET YO ASS DOWN HERE NOW!.!.!
Here he go with the bullshit.
Lyric: WHAT AUGUST I'M NOT PLAYING GAMES YOU.
August: Why you ain't have my clothes washed its a whole hill of dirty clothes and them shits getting bigger.
Lyric: Beacuse August You have clean clothes upstairs. Pluse I haven't had time to wash any of your clothes or min-
Augsut slapped the me.
August: Go wash them got damn clothes fa I whoop ya ass silly.
He grabbing my arm pushing in the laundry room.
I for sum fa dat ass ima bleach his shit
Short I know because im updating "Baby Mama"
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