They cheered
Me:This next one is one of my favorites
The instrumental started and I walked to the dj booth grabbing a can of pink spray paint and walking to the blank back drop and spray painting a dick and I started singing.
Me:Ooh, that's my trick I'm her pimp She my flip Ooh, don't forget That's my trick She my bottom b**ch Ooh, that's my trick I'm her pimp She my flip Ooh, don't forget That's my trick She my bottom b**ch
I sang tossing the can to the floor and walking to the edge of the stage.
Me:That's my hoe That's my doe That's my glow up She go hard She just like a pro She just wanna blow up If you talkin' s**t Wipe your spit off my nuts N**ga, grow up On a boat like I'm Noah On Xan like I'm Noah Damn, I don't know her no more And she bought a crib Then she bought a whip In her Prada fit Got some Gucci kicks That's my bottom b**ch 'Cause she 'bout it, b**ch And I'm proud of it
The crowd screamed as Noah came out singing the chorus.
Noah:Ooh, that's my trick I'm her pimp She my flip Ooh, don't forget That's my trick She my bottom b**ch Ooh, that's my trick I'm her pimp She my flip Ooh, don't forget That's my trick She my bottom b**ch
I smiled as she came over to me she put her arm around me.
Me:She don't create no problems That's why the b**ch my bottom And she like a model, oh whoa She ain't no rat, she possum All up in that concoction Personal coochie barber, oh Slip in to something pretty I need to be this faded Baby gon' get her way, yeah, oh whoa Baby, don't keep me waittin' Baby boy, what you payin'? Drop it and I will stay witcha Cause I know what you want, don't lie You want something for one night
She stood infront of me and I wrapped my arms around her and rested my head on her shoulder as she sung.
Noah:Ooh, that's my trick I'm her pimp She my flip Ooh, don't forget That's my trick She my bottom b**ch Ooh, that's my trick I'm her pimp She my flip Ooh, don't forget That's my trick She my bottom b**ch
Me:Ooh, that's my trick I'm her pimp, and she my flip Don't forget That's my trick, she my bottom b**ch Ooh, that's my trick I'm her pimp, and she my flip Ooh, don't forget That's my trick, she my bottom b**ch
The song ended and Noah hugged me. We spoke to each other.
Me:do you wanna do that song?
Noah:*smiles* sure
We looked at the crowd and I spoke.
Me:This next one is for my ladies that are sick and tired of bozos
The instrumental started, I stood on the speaker.
Me:Look, I just want to break up all your s**t Call your mama phone Let her know that she raised a b**ch, then dial tone, click And f**k your little fake a** friends Come around actin' like they my bros I seen y'all little group texts Where you all like to brag about your hoes And you can tell your little b**ch I screenshotted all her naked pics Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man? Wake up and see your boobs on the 'Gram? Little b**ch, I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers Smash your TV from Best Buy You gon' turn me into into Left Eye I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy I had a feeling, it turns out you lie to me I'm holdin' back everything that's inside of me How you out f**kin' with b**ches that follow me?
I got down as Noah sang I went and got a drink of water
Noah:My heart is beating like it's bleeding out You sleeping like a baby Everyone was right about you now, and I went through your phone last night I went through your phone last night Saw some things I didn't like I went through your phone last night It's killing me, killing me, killing me, oh
Me:All I can see is you and her in different scenarios Beyoncé on my stereo, "Resentment" on repeat I'ma make you a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach Serve it to you like, "Here you go, n**ga, bon appétit"
I walked over standing by Noah looking at the crowd
Me:Look do you give it to her raw? You love her or nah? You risk your whole home for a hoe from the bar? You really want them hoes? You can have them b**ches You don't even cheat with no badder b**ches This s**t is eatin' me, you sleepin' peacefully Gettin' more mad at you, thinkin' 'bout stabbing you Don't even know that you this close to dyin' You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?"
She sang and when we finished the song she walked off stage. I did 6 more songs then it came for the last one.
Me:Alright ya'll the saddes part of the night the last song. This last song I wrote inlight of someone I've never performed it live cause its a very intimate song
I sat at the piano putting the mic in the stand and the room got quiet as I started playing the piano. I started singing.
Me:Uh oh uh oh uh oh oh no no uh oh uh oh uh oh oh no no uh oh uh oh uh oh oh no no You got me looking so crazy my baby..I'm not myself lately I'm foolish I dont do this.. I've been playing myself baby I dont care baby your loves got the best of me your loves got the best of me baby your loves got the best of me baby your making a fool of me you got me sprung and I dont care who sees cause baby you got me you got me, you got me, you got me....I look and stare so deep in your eyes I touch on you more and more everytime when you leave I'm begging you not to go call your name two three times in a row such a funny thing for me an explain how I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame I still dont understand just how your love can do what no one else can got me looking so crazy your loves got me looking so crazy got me looking so crazy your touch got me looking so crazy right hoping you'll save me right now your kiss got me hoping you'll save me right now looking so crazy in love got me looking got me looking so crazy in love got me looking so crazy right now your loves got me looking so crazy right now got me looking so crazy right now your touch got me looking so crazy right got me hoping you'll save me right your kiss got me hoping you'll save me right now looking so crazy in love got me looking got me looking so crazy in love....................
They cheered and screamed and I stood up.
Me:*smiles* Thank you guys I love you!
They cheered and I walked off the stage and into the green room.
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Flourish \\ Sequel to Not a Hollywood Whore | MGK
FanfictionThis is a sequel to my first book 'Not a Hollywood Whore' This is the second step in their relationship but oo the UPS and DOWNS are REAL! One key thing to remember Keisha Love is not a woman to play with! ~~~ I DO NOT OWN ANY MUSIC IN THIS BOOK AL...