RATCHET BADDIE <3

NOT MY GOODIES.... </3

I sat on my stoop wearing some light ripped skinnys a off the shoulder grey sweater with a big red heart on it. With my Valentine breds 6s. My hair was hanging in curls all over, and i wore some baby soft pink gloss. I looked pretty cute with my hello kity accesories. I was just geting ready to spark up when Murda Range Rover pulled up in front of me. I stood up ass he rolled down the window smiling

"come girl, a nigga gotta eat" He yelled.

I laughed sliding inside. We pulled off heading downtown Brooklyn

"dont rush me black ass."

"somebody like it" i laughed as he poped his collar

"by somebody you mean all these chickens?" 

He was quiet for a minute, then looked over at me" not everyody". I looked away feeling a bit uncomfortable. The rest of the ride was quiet until his phone rung.

"yo?" he answered . I gazed at him. He was leaned back, with one hand on the wheel and the other on his knee talking in his blutooth." nah, im busy."  i wished i knew who that was. " yo ma your out of line, please dont make me rasie my voice..... hell nah, this dead. Nah i wont holla, take care though" he hung up

"dayum, let me find out you got the hoes going crazy" i teased, he smiled shaking his head

"nah, that one was just nutty as fuck. You the one that got the niggas drooling"

"oh you aint gotta tell me, i know im a bad bitch"  i flipped my hair he laughed

"nah ma....your a beautiful women" he said it so sweet and.....sexy" stop looking at me like that. Now what you want?" he said. We were at Zaxbys. After we got our food, we sat outside my crib eating.

so Honey?"

"huh?" i said eating a fry, looking over at him. He start smiling

"fat ass"

"i know right. Those squats gotta a bitch looking hella right" he laughed some more

"chill out ma, you wildin. But whats up with you. Why you dont have a man?" he ask

"who said i didnt have one?" i rasied my brow putting away my food. Positioning myself towards him

"i said you dont. Now stop frountin"

"whatever, i guess i havent met anyone who i want" i said honestly" why you ask?"

"i like you" there it was. What i kinda already knew, but tried my damnest to over look. 

"since when Murda?" 

"since i first met you" 

"why your just now saying something?" 

"you was jail bait ma. But a nigga like you Tae, like on some real shit. You be having a nigga zoning out, day dreaming about you and shit" i blushed moving my hair behind my ear. He smiled looking at me" see like right now, that smile...that smile is too beautiful. I wish you would only smile for me" i felt my self getting warm

"Murda....you dont mean that" i said really wanting to belive him" i know better. These bitches practically worship you. I cant get with the hood fame. Im not going to be your one and only, i deserve the best-"

"and i cant give you the best?" he ask cutting me off

"im not talking about this material shit Murda" i said waving my hand" im talking about you being faithful, respectful, loyal,and committed to me, and me only." he was silent, then he got out the car. I tied my bag up, and open the door meeting him. 

With out so much as a warning. He grabbed my waist and cuff my face kissing me. I was on my tippy toes wanting to taste all of him. We went on like that for a few more seconds, until some one cleared ther throat. I pulled back, and he rested his head on mines

"stop playing with me Tayja.." like that he let me go, and left. I watched him drive off. Then came face to face with Tre'. She was grinning, i blushed walking towards my crib

"aint no need to look back freak, im right behind you." i laughed loudly opening my door. She was right behind me

**

"so you feeling him?" Tre' ask. 

"yea, surprisely. The shit kinda just snook up on me"  I confessed, eacting the rest of my food

"well i ssay hop on that shit. That nigga is fine, and he adores you."

"that maybe true and all, but come on. If anybody knows Murda i do. He's not gon treat me right" 

"bet you wont find out"

"i bet i wont eitha trick" i teaese sticking out my tongue

"yea wateva, so what we doing this weekend?"

"oh, i almost forgot. Murda having a party, he got us on VIP"

"thats my nigga. You know what you wearing?" she ask going to my closet. I sat up on my bed. 

"nah, ill prolly just throw some shit together, why you see some in there you like?" i ask knowing she did

"this, can i please please please"  he whine holding up my strapless Tom Ford dress. It still had the tag

"you aint slick, hoe" she sqeual bouncing up and down. i laughed. 

"thanks babes, aye you wanna blast that new NIcki and get stoned?"

"thats why you my girl. Hell yes. Roll up" i said ready. This was somthing that we would do. Blast music and sit out on the fire exscape getting lite. It was a nice ass day, the kids where out playing, hustla was trapping, and everybody was vibing. Fuck that shit Camilla was talking. I love my hood. BK life and death

**

"yo bitch past it" Tre said. I was so gone, i bearly heard her. But my fucking vision was 20/20. I couldnt believe what i was seeing. NO he wasent my nigga. But a bitch nigga

"wait, did i not just see this nigga tongueing you down?" Tre ask

"yep, what an ass. Im glad i didnt fall completly for that shit he was spitting" i was hella pissed. I guess he could feel his eyes on me. He looked up, and remove his hands off Camilla and her ass shots. I flip him off. 

"fuck you Murda" i yelled climbing back in my window.

How the duck you gon try to play me, when your the one who taught me the game? Dumb ass!

Im not tripping, all i know is he better not have took me off VIP.

PIC OF TRE'