Harlem Lovin

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Yasmine (Next month)
I was currently at this nice club here in New York with Briana and Adryan, and even though Briana had expressed to me she didn't really care for her they were getting along pretty well.

So it's two weeks until your birthday Yasmine and I have an idea. How does this sound, next week we take a trip to Miami and celebrate your birthday there? You have a couple things coming up there anyways and I think that would be fun. Adryan you're even welcomed to come if you want.

I would love to come but Yasmine has the last say. Adryan spoke.

"Yeah that sounds cool to me Rocky told me he was going to plan something but he hasn't told me anything so.."

Wait as in Asap Rocky? Adryan asked.

"Yeah."

Y'all date or something? She asked taking a sip of her drink.

"That's my boyfriend I thought you knew." I laughed.

No girl I never knew y'all are cute together though. She winked.

"Thanks." I smiled.

Okay so how about we leave Wednesday morning you can get your shoot and show done Thursday and Friday. Then you have the whole next week to celebrate your birthday. Briana said.

"Yeah that's cool with me and Adryan you can meet us there the next week or when ever works best for you." She nodded sipping some more of her Henny.

Good because I already bought the tickets and my bags are almost packed. Briana said.
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"Rock baby you home?" I questioned as I walked in his apartment taking my heels off.

I got no response as I continued walking down the hall hearing loud music coming from his spare room. I was going to knock but then realized he wouldn't hear me so I opened the door and the music stopped.

Hey I thought you were going home after the club? He got up kissing me.

"I was but I decided to come stay the night with you." I smiled and hugged him.

Come sit I want you to hear something. He grabbed my hand as we walked to his chair.

"Where am I going to sit at its only one seat." I said as he sat down.

Now there's two. He grinned and patted his lap.

I sat on his lap and he snaked one arm around my waist and used his free arm to mess around on his computer.

You ready baby? I nodded and he pressed play.

Her pistol go "bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop"
Her pistol go "bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop"
I said her pistol go "bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop" Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go "bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop"
Her pistol go "bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop"
I said her pistol go "bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop"
Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga

I nodded my head to the beat and smiled as the verse started to play.

Rocking, rolling, swagging to the max
My bitch a fashion killa, she be busy popping tags
She got a lotta Prada, that Dolce and Gabbana
I can't forget Escada, and that Balenciaga
I'm sipping purple syrup, come be my Aunt Jemima
And if you is a rider, we'll go shopping like mañana
Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama
She jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like Nirvana
Cause everything designer, her jeans is Helmut Lang
Shoes is Alexander Wang and her shirt the newest Donna
Karan, wearing all the Cartier frames
Jean Paul Gaultiers cause they match with her persona