I put the song in the mm as well as the picture .. stop asking whats the song cause its in the mm.
★·.·'¯'·.·★ 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙋𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 ★·.·'¯'·.·★
"DIA"
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"Big racks, I need my cake like a fat bitch"
"What you doing ?" My dad step son asked as I cleaned my dad face.
"She's Dermaplaning his face." Poppy told him.
"What that mean ?"
"She's exfoliating and getting all the dead skin thats on his face off."
"She basically cleaning his face real good. Damn." Pinky shook her head.
"She steady saying big words like he's gonna understand." I chuckled.
"He like 12." Poppy mugged us.
"I'm 8."
"You a big ass 8." Pinky told him.
"Pernetta." My dad opened his eyes looking her way.
"My bad. I ain't gone disrespect yo kids no more." Pinky held her hands up.
"Not my fucking kid." He mumbled under his breathe.
"You take care of him." I mumbled.
"I only provide the house and food. The rest on his momma." He held his hand up. "She don't do shit for my kids, I'm not doing shit for her kids."
"You don't even do shit for your kids." I made a face.
"I try but y'all don't want me too so who the fuck fault is that ?"
"Uhh, Yours." I stopped and made a face "You the reason it all happened."
"Yo momma the reason, Hell ? She left me."
"You the reason, Hell ? You did the dumb shit."
"Girl." He held his hand up.
"You still never answered my question from when we was in the airport." Pinky looked at him.
"What question Pernetta ?" He sighed.
He be sick of her shit.
"Do you want momma back ?"
