King
Little shawty bad man. But these niggas wildin and if daron don't shut the hell up I'm a punch his ass.
"She was bad but her attitude and then kids had to go" Daron said (everyone laughed)
"Nigga shut the fuck up with yo baldheaded peanut head looking ass" I said (everyone laughed hard as fuck)
What they laughing for, I mean do they know what they look like. Ugly ass mother fuckers 😑.
"What y'all ugly asses laughing for" I said (everyone shut up)
"Dont talk shit bout her, your ass gonna end up somewhere deep as fuck man" I said
"Yeah, that pussy" he mumbled
"Wassup queen" I said (I called Leah)
"Hey King" she said
Her voice is amazing
"I need you at my main trap" I said
"Ight, give me 10" she said and hung up
Streets talk man. Already know my traps.
"Your ass bout to get got" I said...
Leah
King called and said that I need to come to his trap well it better be important but I have some time
"Prince and royalty" I said
"Wassup" prince said
"Boy I'm yo mama don't answer me like that but y'all want To go with me or stay with Angel" I said
"I'll go with you" prince said
"I'll stay here mama" Roy said and gave me a kiss
"Okay well come on and I'll be back love you" I said
We got in my black Range Rover and prince hooked his phone up to the aux and played migos Versace
This my song as fuck, ya know I'm one of them girls that got the whole list of hood music 😛
Versace, Versace, medusa head on me like I'm 'luminati
I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist so sloppy
Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my Audi
My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know that they're mighty
Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want it on my pockets
She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that bitch "Versace"
Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle
Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Get that new truey, I do it Versace
You copped the Honda, I copped the mazi
You smoke the mid, I smoke exotic
I set the trend, you niggas copy
Cooking the dope, like I work at hibachi
Looking and watching, blow it, hot like some taki
Come in my room, my sheet Versace
When I go to sleep, I dream Versace
Medusa, medusa, medusa
These niggas, they wishing they knew ya
They coppin' the truey, remixing the Louie
My blunts is fat as repuschia
Different stripped shit like I'm Tony the Tiger
I'm beating the pot, call me Michael
None of you niggas can copy
Look at my closet Versace, Versace
We rapped along to the song but of course prince wouldn't say the curse words plus I only allow him to cuss when it's necessary like when he taking up for his self jut something like that
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Kidnapped by a thug (editing!!)
Teen Fiction"Grandma" I said as I stood up "Yes baby" she said as I looked at her like this can't be real "Where am I" I said "well boy your in heaven but if you don't straighten up your gonna be in hell" she said Wait a minute what does she mean in heaven "G...
