Chapter Three 'I aint jamaican bish'

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Dear Diary:

IM BACK BISHESSSS!!!!

Yo you didnt think dat I was really gone did yaou?????

Anyways, lemme tell you about the ENCOUNTER i had with 'bad gal rhirhi'.....

A LOT of shade was thrown, like I threw so much shade it looked like fucking midnight bc how shady it was like DAYUMNNN

ANYWAYS, here's how it all went dowen

Three hours before:

So, I was sitting in my mini Limo, sipping on patron as I see Rihanna, with her fucking lap dog Drake ( which is supposed to be MY lap dog >:/ ) enter a apple store.

The bish puts on some stupud bitten apple apron ( EWWW ) and gets behind the cashier.

Im thinkin ' wait, why is dat bish there, its not like she *GASP*  WORKS THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!1 '

SOOOO, once I finally realize dat she DOES work there, I strut out of my limo, make sure im lookin all fly and shit

enter dat store with a BANG BANG ( I had my tittie riffle dress on ;)

Walk up to the front desk and point to the three most expensive things there ( A diamond encrusted macbook, iphone and tablet ) and say:

"  I WANT DIS DIS AND DIS BITCH. " Rihanna rambles to get dem in shame, and I pull off my sexy ass- twerk sunglasses and continue

" Ha bish, I KNEW u was poor!!! WHAAHAHAJALKSDDIDHDHDOISFOUGKIJSEGIQEH "

Now

YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN HER FACEEE!!!!!

ANYWAYZZ catch ya later boo boo ;)

                               Cum, Nicki

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