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"Da Club" –a Lil Xan Fanfiction
Okay. I haven't started reading the story and the title is already giving me a massive headache.
First of all: Lil Xan is a 22 year old rapper with face tattoos that is always so high that he can't bring out a straight sentence. Chill dude tho. No hate. I just don't know how I found this ff in the first place.
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"BIIIITCHH, WHERE ARE YOU?!" My friend y/f/n yelled as she entered my small apartment. "Alive and doing well, why?" I ask back. I can tell she rolled her eyes. Y/f/n come in my room with a smirk.
First of all: does she have a key to your apartment or why can she just enter it like that. And I personally prefer it to not get yelled at by my friends as a greeting. I gotta hold myself back to comment on the 'come' part but let's be honest: a small typo can happen to anyone. Can it?
"Sooooooo..." She starts. "Hell no." I say before she finish."
I begin to think that this ain't a typo anymore. Or is that some kind of hood language my German ass can't understand? Well, you could at least let your friend finish her sentence. You both seem to be pretty rude.
Every time she wanna do sum that can get us caught up with the cops or sum she gotta be like 'soooooo.."
Ah. That's why you didn't let her finish. I'm btw on my way to call the cops on the author because it's either "..." or ".". Decide. This shit just triggers my autism.
"Alright, there's this party and a whole lot of bomb celebrities finna be there, let's goooo!" She said. I look at her retarted, "bitch 1, how tf we finna get in?! 2, bitch how tf you know this?! 3, bitch what tf we finna wear?!"
The amount of slang that this passage has is somewhere between amazing and disturbing. I'm trying not to get offended by the fact that the author doesn't even bother to use capital letters anymore. Or that she's not willing to write the numbers out anymore. At least our friend here is asking the right questions.
"I got my ways, I got hoes, and I'll dress you." She said pursing her lips.
That was a weird flex but I'm okay with that answer for now.
