TWELVE: FEFE

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Onika | pov

"He tryna sixty-nine, like Tekashi call-'em papi, word to ace that keep me rocky, I'm from New York so I'm cocky"

Juice recorded me ova the beat, I looked out the booth window to see tekashi six-nine sitting there looking cute.

Or like a lost ass puppy.

"Ion really want no friends, ion really want no friends, naw"

"Ayo, juice give me a minute" I said walking out the booth.

I started drinking my smart-water, I looked over to the whole scumgang group.

They looked like a bunch of animals, but o'dude look creepy tho. I picked up my phone and got on the gram.

They was still talking this Cardi shit, I'm shook at the fact that people think I have to go against foe.

I looked over to sixnine finishing his lyrics.

"You better re-check that too" I laughed afterwards.

He gave me a fuck you look and continue writing, i looked back at my phone going to twitter. I looked over quickly and saw him double checking his lyrics.

Going over it out loud as well, I busted out wit the biggest laugh ever.

"What?" He said frustrated.

"you still double checked that shit" I started laughing again.

"Maneee... be quiet"

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