Loved By You

Six

Angelo

I knocked on Maja's door and waited for someone to answer. "Who are you?" This man with a low fade said answering the door. "How are you going to answer the door like you live here?" Arnell asked hitting him. "Come in Angelo." I chuckled as i walked in. "So i take it you're the guy Maja has to work with for this ...whatever this is." I nodded my head. "Angelo." The man nodded his head. "Montae, I'm Maja's older brother." "And I'm her cousin Roderick." I looked to see this man with some dreads coming from the kitchen.

Before they could start questioning me Maja came out in almost the same outfit as me. The only difference is that she had on shorts and a red hat while I wore joggers and a black hat. "Your booty looks nice." Nadia said while Maja texted away on her phone. "I get it from my mama." Maja sang twerking alittle. I chuckled watching her interact with her sister.

Her attention turned to me and a shy smile fell on her face. "How long have you been standing there?" "Long enough to know you get your booty from your mama." She laughed shaking her head before looking at her ass and shrugging. "It's true." I smiled. "You ready to go?" I asked. She grabbed her purse I followed her out the door.

Maja

"Here." I looked to see him holding the aux. "Let's see what your taste in music looks like." I rolled my eyes. I plugged it up and went to my car music. "Are you trying to turn up or vibe?" I asked looking over at him. "Surprise me." I went to my songs and clicked shuffle.

"Wow." He said as I laughed as I nodded my head to this song.

Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us

Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff

Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick to clutch

Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3

Bang every MC easily, busily

Recently niggas frontin', ain't sayin' nothin'

So, I just speak my piece, keep my peace

Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps

Packin', askin', "Who want it?"

You got it, flaunt it

That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it."

I sat there staring at Angelo after he rapped that whole part. "What? Didn't think i knew Biggie?" "Actually no i didn't." I said looking back at my phone and pushed the skip button. I looked out the window as the song played.

"Young nigga, I got old cash, spazzin' on they ass

I got Prada on my hoe ass, got my last one mad

Pop a nigga like a damn tag, shoppin' on they ass

I just bought a new old Jag, yeah, it's so fast

Smokin' flocka, you a jackass, all I smoke is gas

Don't you ask me where the pole at, where your clothes at?

I ain't talking 'bout my niggas, dammit, but y'all tripping, too

Is it you? Damn, my nigga, what the hell got into you?

Project Baby, y'all was skipping in the hallway, I was skipping school

On my Ps and Qs, on them jiggas, call me jiggaboo

Bleeding concrete, bet you niggas won't come cross the street

Pardon me, I don't talk to you, so don't you talk to me