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I've had this siting in my notes for well over a month now 🥴🤧

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"Ayeeeee! Shake that ass! Shake that ass bitch bounce that shit! BOW BOW!" My best friend said hyping me up while I was dancing to Stalli.

"Doing hood rat shit, wit my hood rat friends." I added as I stuck my tongue out.

It's a real hot girl summa and we in MIA living it up. We at a mansion party for some rappers name I don't know how to pronounce, neither do I care.

I down the rest of my beer and sit my tired ass down, I've been dancing for the last 3 songs.

"Yeah bitch we ain't in college no more. You ain't on the volleyball team no more so yo old ass outta shape!"

"Damn bitch don't call me out." I reached in my Gucci clutch and pulled out one of my fatty's. I sparked it and blew the tip making sure it'd burn right, my girls were talking about something as I observed our surroundings.

Men have been throwing themselves at us this entire night but they've been trying way harder wit me. Here comes another...

"Hey beautiful ca-"

"Thank you for the compliment but I'm not interested." I smiled and ghost my blunt as he stormed off prolly calling me every name in the book. Typical male behavior when they don't get their way.

"Bitch do you know who that was?" I starred at her searching for a fuck to give.

"That was Bryson Tiller."

"Girl I don't give a fuck, I came here to enjoy my bitches. Ain't shit these niggas can do for me besides stress me out and make my pussy dry."

"Speak for yourself." They said as these dudes walked up and started caking wit them.

"Y'all irking, I'm finna move around and check out the scene. Cuz y'all blowing my high and shit." I stood up and fixed my tight fitting Off White dress, my pumps clicked against the wooden floor and I held my clutch in one hand and my blunt in the other.

I made my way outside to the back and sat on some fancy ass furniture. I was minding my business when I seen a group of dudes laughing and playing.

I was sitting on a big ass ottoman and they just had to sit close to me. I scooted over so they could all fit, I didn't wanna be rude.

"Yo she blowing gas!" Some short Asian said eyeing me. His hair was pink and he had a few face tats..

A chocolate dude with even more fact tats than his friend looked at me. He had on a Vlone shirt and some Preme' shorts, he had some ice around his neck and a grill. He wore a cap and a durag...it's kinda old school but fly nonetheless.

I eyed the Asian dude and smirked..I remained silent and kept smoking my shit. I grabbed a drink off the tray the server was walking around with.

I sipped slow as I watched my girls fuck it up on the floor. They spotted me and wave at me telling me to come over but I declined.

"Mama where you get dat? Can you cop some more?" The chocolate one asked me.

"How much?" I responded.

"I want a OZ but only if it's the same shit you got right dere." I laughed and reached in my clutch handing them a few of the fatty's I had rolled. It was a few of them and all them heads on one b is a waste.

"She ain't got it. I just bought every drop of this shit from her. Take these. Y'all blow it dine, have a goodnight." They looked shocked and I started to get up and one of his friends grabbed my hand to help me. I took it unconsciously and looked up to thank whoever he was..that's when I seen him. I hadn't even noticed him..he was cute as fuck and he smelled amazing.