Love Don't Change • Chris Brown

Mr. Steal Yo Pregnant Girl

"Yo, Tell me fellas have you seen her
It was about five minutes ago
When I seen the hottest chick that a youngin' ever seen before
I said yo, tell her girls I wanna meet her
On second thought that ain't the way to go
I gotta give her game proper
Spit so she'll get it
There she is I gotta stop her"

I followed the lyrics to the song in Chris's old iPhone 5 that his dad mailed here with all his old music, broadly impressed. For him to have been so young writing these, they're actually pretty good lyrics, and though his voice was squeaky as hell he sounds good too. "Oh wow, hard to believe Mr. Put That Ass Up In The Air I'm Loving How That Pussy Tastes actually used to be kid friendly."

Chris chuckled and nodded. "Yea, I was 'bout fourteen or fifteen when I wrote that song. Matter of fact most of the songs I wrote and recorded before the age of seventeen are in that phone, after a while I just started freestyling and posting on SoundCloud." Chris dipped the white polish into the tube and started on my next toe. A pedicure was long overdue but I could no longer bend down. I didn't wanna go to a nail salon inhaling all those chemicals, so Chrissy was kind enough to paint my toes for me. On the real he wasn't doing half as bad as I thought he would.

"Well these are actually nice babe. They're like, puppy love songs; stuff your younger audience can relate to. You should release and make a video to Yo, Say Goodbye, and Poppin'."

He scoffed. "Hell no. I wrote most of those damn near five years ago, that's corny now. And I'll never make a video to Poppin'."

"Why not?"

"I just won't. It can be thirteen years from now and I still won't make a video to that song." He settled.

(quick a/n: did y'all catch my shade?? MAKE A DAMN VIDEO TO POPPIN CHRISTOPHER. DAMMIT. 😂😩)

I sucked my teeth and locked the phone. "I guess. So what made you jump from this cute little heartthrob with a lisp to r&b's newest sex symbol?" I questioned, mocking a headline from a recent piece that Rap Genius did on him.

"You really wanna know?"

I dropped my neck at him.

"I had sex for the first time." Chris simply answered, never looking up from my foot. I laughed. "Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack," Chris finished up my pinky toe and closed the polish to come and sit between my legs. "When I lost my virginity to Nia I realized I was addicted to that shit, and soon that's all my brain thought about. Couldn't write nothing without at least a lil' bit of Sex Ed in it."

I snickered. "You are a trip."

"Aye it's true." Chris ended the conversation by lifting up to acknowledge his ringing phone. I checked the caller I.D and seen "Tyga🐅💯 would like to FaceTime..." He angled the camera to face the both of us while it connected.

"Aye what's up bro?"

"What's good. I would ask what happened to your face but you prolly deserved it." Michael told Chris, referring to the healing scar on his cheek. "Aye but check it, you dealt with a pregnant girl before and you dealing with one now. How the fuck I'm s'pose to refrain from wanting to throw Liza ass out the window? She so fuckin' needy and annoying!" Michael asked.