**Start the song at 1:51 those are your two verses**
Y/n pov
Brian: How did you set this stuff up in under 24 hours
Me: Easy, I went to one of the Miami studios last night while Camila and Michael was sleep, made the song in like 2 hours and made some calls
Brian: wow
M: you didn't think I could do it by myself huh?
B: I didn't but I told you I don't want you to reply
M: I'm really not, I'm just gonna put out a music video,
matter of fact talking about music videos I gotta go and shoot
B: Alright just don't go overboard
M: tell everyone I said hi
I hung up the phone and sighed.
"You ready to shoot" Steven the director asked me and I nodded and stood up from the chair.
"Everybody in the court room ready" I asked.
"Well considering you called me literally 4 hours ago I'm surprised they all showed up" he said and I laughed. "I'm surprised I even picked up"
"And I very appreciate it" I told him patting him on his back.
As we were walking inside the courtroom I got a call.
Me: Hello?
Camila: hello, Y/n?
Me: yeah Mila I forgot to call you and tell you where I am and what I'm doing, I left a note on the kitchen counter
C: The note that Michael got covered in syrup
I laughed a little.
C: you think that's funny? You wasn't there when I woke up, I'm not sleeping over no more
Me: I'm sorry, I am, I'll be back as soon as I can
C: hurry please
Me: I will
She hung up and I resumed my walk with Steven.
"You're the best, I appreciate it" I told him.
"You should, now go into the courtroom so we can start" he said and I did what he told.
I walked in taking the feeling of the courtroom and the workers, "let's do this guys" I yelled clapping my hands to get everyone pumped.
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"How you think we did" I asked Steven as they just got done with the edits.
"Doing edits would usually take some days, but we got it done, and it looks really great" he said. "Ready to see it?"
"Hell Yeah" I said as he put it in view mode.
[Chorus]
White J's, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J's, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
[Verse 1]
Bitches deceased
Smokin' on dick, she's better than my ex
Pop out, lil' birdie, you speak with a beak
Send your location, then Uber to me
Bitches been hangin' diamonds on my wrist
Kick her to the curb, they ain't gang anyway
Y/n on the beat, then the beat gets slayed
I took it offensive, so watch what you say
Hi, bitch, got a .30, don't try it
Ball out the mall, I'm like Kobe, just buy shit
Sick of these bitches, they lie quick
Clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you dyin'
Send her ass on a hike
I don't wanna kick it with em, bitch for the hype
Real pretty, have my side beat her ass in a street fight
Know I'm flyer than these hoes like a bluekite, It's ME
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Camila/You Bad Romance
Fanfiction"I'm Done. We're done," Camila said as she moved my hand from above her shoulder, grabbed her purse, and phone. She then opened the door and stopped to look at me, I confusely looked at the wall trying to take in what I just done "y/n you promised...
