Can you turn a thug to a family man?
-You know I, thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em Cause I don't fucking need em- -I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch-
"You ready to see the next thing I got you?" I asked excited. I already showed him the clothes, watches, chains, and other jewelry that I got him. But, this was my favorite.
"I still think you almost forgot my birthday, because you never said anything about it." He laughed.
"How could I?" I gasped.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm ready."
"YESSS! Wait here!" I squealed and ran to the closet to get the shoe box that I wrapped in blue 'happy birthday' paper. I was so happy for no reason.
He shook the box. "What is it?"
"Instead of asking, you should open it, dummy." I laughed.
"Hey! That's no way to treat the birthday man!" He continued to rip the paper off then he smiled. "You know I loveee timbs." He said with emphasis on love.
"Open it up!" I said excited.
He slowly opened it and jumped up. "Yoooo! These bitches hard!"
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"Damnnn! They really tough as shit! Thank you, baby!" He said hugging and kissing me.
I smiled. "You're welcome."
"How did you even get these?"
"I have my ways." I winked. "You ready to go out?"
"Can I wear these?" He asked holding up his new timbs.
"No, fool. Put your suit on."
He groaned. "But Bey.."
"You can wear them tomorrow, Jay Jay."
"Okaaaaaay." He whined.
"Stop whining boy! You are 20-freaking-6."
"You are 20-freaking-6." He said in an annoying voice.
"I hate you!"
"But I love you."
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