Tell me why my bumass barley finding out 'X' came out in the 'LA LA' music video
YOOOO THIS CHAPTER FINNA TRIGGER EVERYBODY.
I saw a video of some white lady doing shit like this. I swear I woulda knocked ha ass right there.
Disrespectful asf.
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"Stop moving bitch ass nigga." I yelled at Jahseh.
"Stop fucking calling me that."
"Well stop acting like a bitch ass nigga!" I laughed.
"You pulling too hard..OW!"
"I have to, if I don't the braids finna come out all loose and shit." I continued braiding his dreads.
He hissed. "Is you trynna rip out my hair bruh? Yo, Chill!"
"Jamal, tell yo' daddy to stop being a bitch." I shook my head.
"Daddy 'itch."
I busted out laughing.
Jah smacked my thigh. "Stop teaching him to say that shit."
"Dada no! No hit mommy." Jamal shook his head 'no'.
"That was a lovetap. I didn't even hit her hard." He tried to reason with him.
I fell onto the bed and pretended to cry. "I think my leg's broken.."
"DADA! NO!"
Jah just rolled his eyes. "Munch, she's lying." He tapped my thigh again. "Stop that."
I threw my head back and hissed.
"No mommy. Is' okay. Dada kiss." He pointed to my thigh.
"What?" Jah laughed.
"He said to kiss my boo boo, boo." I smirked.
He leaned over and kissed my thigh. "Better?"
"Better." I giggled.
"Mommy and dada okay?" Jamal asked.
"Yes bubba, we're okay." I kissed his cheek cause this boy way too adorable.
"Ah shit." Jahseh mumbled.
"Wassup?" I asked kneeling behind him and resting my arms on his shoulders since we're on the bed.
"N-Nothing..uh..I need a new fucking phone."
I scoffed. "Nigga you way too rich. Whatchu mean? Yo' phone perfectly fine."
"That shit's always glitching."
"You got like a thousand phones bro."
"Aye...just in case a fuck nigga think I'm broke." He smirked laying down. His braids began to unravel.
"Ah Hell Nah. I'm not redoing them."
His kissed his teeth. "Baaeee."
"Not if you finna cry like a bitch."
"I'm not, I promise." He pouted.
I just shook my head and pecked his lips.
"Hey can y'all go to Walmart? We gotta get water bottles for the show." Tank said opening the door to the room.
"A'ight. We're going." Jahseh responded putting his hair up in a pineapple form.
"C'mere bubba." I said standing up, extending my hands out. He ran into them and I sat him down on the bed. "Jah can you grab his sandals." I said slipping on my slides.
