It's Friday and I just got to work. I went behind the counter and started doing my daily work chores.
I started my duty and helped about 5 customers in ten minutes. It's a slow day and those are the days I like. I don't have to do much but look out the window at the bright outside area.
I heard the bell ring signaling someone had come in. I looked over to see it was Xavier. He looked good. Black and white Nikes with a white polo shit with the black polo sign on it. Some crisp true religion jeans and a black and white Obey snap back. Damn he looks good enough to lick caramel sauce off of.
"Hey Xa" I said.
"Hey Cha." he said smiling at me.
"What's up? You ain't call a bish or nun. I thought yo ass just decided I was a contact holder" I said. (A/N a contact holder-a person in yo contacts that you never talk to)
"Nah ma. I been busy. Plus I wanted to get to know you in person. To see yo sexy lips move when you talk, makes the sensations more intense" he said.
"What sensation?" I said.
"The sensation in my you know what" he said smirking.
"Ya nasty!" I said laughing.
"I know right. You like it though" I did. He psychic or nah?
"So what you doing later on today?" he asked smiling.
"Going home. Sleeping. Why?", I asked.
"Wanna hang out? Get something to eat?" he asked.
"Hell yea. I could use a taco salad from Taco Bell." I said.
"Iight. We'll go to a fancy place. It has taco salad. I'm not about to let a beautiful girl like you go to anything less than a five star restaurant." he said smiling.
I blushed. "Aw you so damn sweet." I said smiling.
"Thank you." I said with a smile
Yeah
Hopsin
Funk Volume
C'mon, keep sleepin' on me
Hollywood ass rappers
Bitch ass females
That's enough to make a nigga flip
[Verse 1:]
Yeah...
I erupt like a bomb
So give up the baton
I slap you after bustin' a fuckin' nut in my palm
Why you buggin' me like something was wrong
Just take a puff of the bong
And let me leave your mind corrupt from this song
See you can't stop me cause I'm a brainwash teens
And create false dreams cause it pays off clean
I'm just an idiotic ironic symbolic illuminatic product
That's gonna be killed if I talk about it (shhh!)
This industry business is all screwed up
I have no favorite rapper because all you suck
I severe the weakest niggas who not on my pedigree
Because on the tombstone its as hard as it will ever be
I'm judged by my wild image a lot
And everybody seems to think I have a sinister plot, I do
Be offended by every sentence I jot
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