This 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!
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I DO NOT OWN ANY MUSIC IN THIS BOOK AL...
I was in the kitchen with Megan. I was scrolling through ig and came across this.
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TheShadeRoom Keisha Love got released from jail early this morning and then released a song call Free Keisha
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Megan:Look at this
She gave me her phone and the guys came in.
*in video*
TMZ:Machine Gun Kelly's wife Keisha Love was released from jail early this morning and we have footage of her coming out to meet the rapper
*inserts video*
TMZ(Other guy):The couple then spends the day out together and Love is seen rocking sweats and her natural hair.
TMZ:Yea and she and the rapper were very close its easy to say they missed each other and Love released a song called Free Keisha
TMZ(Other guy):4 months in a s**tty jail and she still hot
TMZ:*chuckles* somehow got hotter
*end of video*
Me:unbelievable
Slim:you wanna go record
Me:Yes
I went with them into the studio and we worked on a beat and as I wrote gabrielle did my hair.
Dre:What all dem bruises from?
Me:officers
Slim:damn
Baze:Here
He passed me a blunt I hit it and wrote. Gabrielle finished my hair and I gave the blunt to kells and walked in the booth. I rapped.
Me:I'm on a whole 'nother level I been in my bag, and I keep getting better I'm getting richer That a** getting thicker, my diamonds, they keep getting wetter F**k I look like going back and forth With a little b**ch that is not on my level? I do not give a f**k Tell that b**ch try her luck, she'll get folded like a pretzel Straight ghetto b**ch from Chicago But I get bougie, I might bring the birkin out P**sy pink on the Hermes Make y'all lil' b**ches wanna put y'all purses down Hood rich, ghetto s**t, got your n**ga all in my DM's, he flirtin' now Crazy how they used to talk about me But now my name all in they searches now Pretty in the face, little in the waist I talk my s**t, I get cocky These b**ches wan' be me These b**ches can't see me, got CC all over my body Killing b**ches is a hobby All of my lingo, they copy Step your s**t up, b**ch, you sloppy That s**t that you doing is not it My life is great, every night shrimp and steak I pull up on red carpets and they feed me grapes The gangsters f**k with me, put you on a plate Make you part of God's plan, chopper sing just like Drake I'm finna talk some real cash s**t Been in my bag, b**ch, I'm doing real fine I'm doing better then all of my opps I pop s**t on the 'Gram and in real life Talk that talk, I'ma walk that walk I only speak facts None of these b**ches is seeing me, and that's just that on that Stayed down ten toes, I'm a real b**ch I don't play around, I walk in and kill s**t Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick Made myself a boss, now I'm a rich b**ch I'm a rich b**ch I'm a rich b**ch Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick Made myself a boss, now I'm a rich b**ch I'm a rich b**ch, I'm a rich bitch Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick Made myself a boss, now I'm a rich b**ch.........
