♪Changed the game with that digital drop, Know where you was when that digital popped, I stopped the world, Male or female, it make no difference, I stop the world, world stop...Carry on
Kitty on pink, pretty on fleek, Pretty gang, always keep them niggas on geek, Ridin' through Texas, fearin' for his breakfast, Everytime I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless, He said "Damn Nicki it's tight," I say "Yeah nigga you right" He say "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin' that pipe" I say "Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU" I said "Teach me, nigga, teach me. All this learnin' here is by you"
I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work, I got it, 36 of that real, Hank full of that bounce baby, Come get you some of that bounce baby♪
I sung along with Bey and Nicki while I was putting on my clothes. I looked in the mirror and seen that Dylan was up. He was saying something, he didn't even give me a chance to take out my headphones, so he threw a pillow at me. "Now give it back. My neck is hurting." Dylan said.
He was in a coma for 3 weeks, and he's still in the hospital. I had some news to tell him, but it wasn't the right moment. I picked the pillow up and threw it at him. "Come here Jexi." Dylan said. I walked over to him and he pulled me on his lap. "I gotta tell you something." He said. "What?" I asked with an attitude.
"Umm..." He said. "Umm my ass Dylan say what you gotta say." I said. "Look Bree coming to visit me today. And later on August and Ty is coming. And I'ma need you to go take Bree to get a new car." He said while staring at me.
"What the hell Dylan?" I asked. "Tell me you not paying for that car." I said. "I am paying for the car 'cause she's my girl. And she let me see her car that night you beat up Jenna. So if August did see the plate, he going after her and probably me. I can't let Bree go." Dylan said.
I got up off his lap and slapped him. "You stupid nigga. You told me you loved me the day we did that to Jenna. But since you buying her a car, and all these nice things, and you can't let her go. You can let go of this baby I'm pregnant with. And yes the baby was yours. When your girl gets here tell her to meet me downstairs in the parking lot, I'll be making an appointment to get an abortion," I said. "And while she's with me. You better hope and pray I don't kill the bitch." I said as I walked out.
How is it?
Jexi in *mm*
