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***Nicki P.O.V***
"You talking bout ya brands, but I'm talking bout my brand. The difference is slot of M'ssssssssss - to ya couple hunnid grand." I said walking down the stage.
The crowd is screaming loud as hell.
"Young Ma, it's the female Jay. I'm a brand according to what retail say. And my tours be selling out on presale day. Plus I got the title main stream press replay. One time for my niggas old P.A case. Testified for my nigga to the D.A's. I'm still schoolin bitches like GA state. Ima still ball, call me T.D Jakes." I say standing in the middle of the stage.
"Bars for years nigga thought I did a bid. Dragging these hoes like Harambe did the kid. Shut the club down it was popping then we slid. I call my PUSSY licker I ain't talking about a swig. If you thirsty, I own a sangria. Shout out to fox brown I don't mean Pam Grier. I got a sign that say lames can't hang here." I say scolding at the audience, pointing my mic to em.
The music stops and the whole crowd says the next part "Bats Eyelashes. Blank Stare"
I continue walking to the beat
"He be like "you came?" I be like "you came?" He say my ride game smoother then a Muslanne. Everytime they count me out I be like "you sane?" Bitch I come back like Jordan in his flu game." I say turning around and bending over, swaying to the beat.
Everytime I shoot it, it be all net. I give him ostrich, that mean all neck. Anything he need, I got on deck. And go to sleep playing with his..."
The music stops again, and I point the mic to the crowd, then all you hear is "Ballsaaaaaack"
"Rrrrrrrr!" I say cheesing.
"They wanna know my Recipe! They know I ball like the niggas in the ES-PYs! Strung out on the pussy so I call her Crystal Methanine. Shorty tryna..." I point the mic to the crowd again.
"GIVE ME BRAIN LIKE TELEPATHYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" The crowd screamed.
"Ayo Sincere, get Chanel bags. Got a bitch looking like Chanel ads. Chilling out in them Beverly Hill pads. I gave bitches time and they still mad. Si, esta loco. If my bitch don't like you, yo tompoco. Me Dorothy, and you Toto. Now puts some marshmallows in my coacoa." I do a sipping gesture. "Mmmm. Tastes good."
"Yo!" I walk down the stage as the music gets completely cut off, and I put my serious face on.
I walk down the aisle of the stage slowly.
"Don't ever talk about Nicki in a past tense.. unless I fly past that ass in a fast Bent. Fuck out of here you dumb BITCH! You know I'm PRETTY and I'm WHITTY and I'm dumb RICH! You throw SHADE, but I SUN BITCH! And you know what I'ma say...." I point the mic to the crowd again.
"YOU MY SON BITCH!"
***Vier P.O.V***
"WHOOOOOOOO! YES MA'AM!!!" I scream loudly back stage.
"Yo your mom just killed it!" Jordan said to me.
"That's what she does! Stunting is a habit!" I say to him rolling my eyes.
"Yeah. Yeah. I know all about the infamous Nicki Minaj. Wrecking shit since Monster." He said laughing.
"If you ask me, she been wrecking shit since Beam Me Up Scotty. You might not know nun bout that little bird." I said laughing at him.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me into an empty lounging room.
"Whaaaat?" I say whining.
He kissed me on the lips.
"J-Jordan.." I say stepping back shocked.
"I'm sorry! That was stupid. Fuck!" He said quickly leaving the room. I follow him out.
"Jordan come back!" I say screaming for him, until I was stopped.
"Come on Vier, I have a date!" Nicki said fast walking in her heels towards the back of the amphitheater.
"Coming!" I scream as I look back into the crowd one more time trying to find Jordan. No sight of him.
I make my way out to the black trucks, and got in the one I was escorted too.
"Let's move it people!" Nicki yells.
"Hey! Relax! That was an amazing performance!" I say trying to calm her down.
"Thanks babe!" She said smiling at me. "What's your plans for the night?"
"I don't really have any, but I got some tea for you." I said grinning at her.
"Oooooo shit! What happened?" She said leaning back.
"You know Amber's son, Jordan. Remember him?" I ask her.
"Yessss! The one who wanted you on his song right?" She replied.
"Yeah.. him. Well. He just kissed me like 7 minutes ago then ran." I said cracking out laughing
She starts laughing too.
"Oh no! V. You got the boy confused!" She said laughing real hard.
"I don't know what I did thoughhhh!"
"You should try to talk to him honey, maybe clear this whole thing out."
"I will. He just so fine. I never thought he would be.. you know.. GAY!" I said with a confused look on my face.
"Me either, but HEY! Who gives a fuck?" She said laughing
"I know I don't!" I said laughing.
"You is a hot messssss!" She said laughing.
About 15 more minutes had past by, me and Nicki just talking the whole way home. She has a date with Meek tonight. They might be going out clubbing.
When we get home Nicki goes straight into her room to take a shower, and get dressed for her evening. I go into my room and sit on my bed.
I pull my phone out, and go to my messages.
"Hey." I send a text to Jordan.
"Hey." He replies back almost instantly, like he was thinking about texting me too.
"You okay? You kinda bailed on me."
"Yeah I'm sorry about that. What happened. Just forget about it. It didn't mean anything."
I could feel my heart break a little.
"Okay" I replied back and sat my phone on the charging dock.
I turn on my back getting under the covers.
Nicki walks into the room.
"Damn, you just gonna go to bed? I'm only gonna be gone for 2 hours!" She said whining.
"I'm tired ma, have fun though. I love you." I said smiling at her.
"I love you too baby boy." She walks over to me kissing me on the forehead. "Goodnight"
"Goodnight" I say closing my eyes.
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Adopted by Nicki Minaj
FanficAlthough Nicki Minaj is a very famous female rapper. No one ever knew she had a soft spot for kids. Nicki is off tour for The Pinkprint, and she's excited to finally have a break. She decides to adopt a child. His name is Vier Miller, and he has bee...
