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I stood in the mirror hitting different poses as LiAngelo gassed me up. "You going on the story, bro."
He held the camera from my face all the way down to my shoes. "Okay that girl drippin' I see you." I cheesed for the camera, sticking my tongue out.
"You shouldn't expect nothing less from me, baby." I popped my collar. I don't want to sound arrogant or anything, but ya girl was known for dressing her ass off even when she wasn't dressing. Ya feel me?
"You right, ion even know why I'm hyping yo lil ass up." I pushed his arm playfully. "Where the fuck Melo at!" I yelled purposely so that Melo could hear. That boy always took 10,000 years to get ready. We deadass were just finna go out shopping nothing to impress mfs for.
"Damn, I'm coming. It take time to look this good. Y'all niggas wouldn't know about that." He gassed himself walking down the stairs. When he came into view my mouth dropped and Gelo let out a "oh hell."
"Nigga, you copying my drip now?"
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"No nigga you copied me!"
"Yeah y'all been together way to long, doing corny shit like this. Now it looks like y'all did this shit on purpose." Gelo laughed walking out the door. "Let's go bitches!"
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