"Just tell us why were you cryin" jay said
"Just leave me alone" I huffed stumping up the stairs being followed by jade and tae
(A/N yes janiyah name is changed to tae as in her real name)
I need to get my shit together. I need some hard shit right now like music like um what's his name chief Keef love Sosa
I turned the tv on and went to YouTube and make sure my eyes wasn't red a rolled up a blunt while jade and tae watch me I went live smoking my blunt while listening to Chief Keef love Sosa on volume 50
So the whole mansion can hear my music
These bitches love Sosa
O end or no end
Fucking with them O boys,
You gon' get fucked over
Rari's and Rovers
These hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra,
Now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa
You boys ain't making no noise
Ya'll know I'm a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
We GBE dope boys,
We got lots of dough boy
These bitches love Sosa
These bitches love Sosa
I rapped to live while jade and tae was taking hits with me and rapping the song with me
Bitch GBE dope boys,
We got lots of dough boy
bitches love Sosa
And they love them Glo' Boys
Know we from the 'Go boy
But we cannot go boy
No I don't know O Boy
But I know he a broke boy
Rari's and Rover's
Convertible Lambos boy
You know I got bands boy
And it's in my pants boy
Disrespect them O Boys
You won't speak again boy
The next song was Faneto by Chief Keef
I'm a gorilla in a fuckin' coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, nigga
Who nigga? Who the fuck is you? I don't know, nigga
No, nigga, pull up on your block, we gon' blow, nigga
Go, nigga, run, nigga, run for the po', nigga (Police nigga)
Gas what I smoke nigga
Feds at my door, jump out the window, nigga
No you can't get no money silly ho
I just hit a stain, faneto
Talkin' out his neck, pistol to his throat
Blow this motherfucker, he gone choke
On the ground, on the floor
Someone pick him up, take him to the morgue
I'm ridin' through New York
Finna go and shoot New Jersey up
Tryna take my chain, I ain't goin'
We gon' come and blow New Jersey up
You want something? Hurry up
Boy, tryna to rob, bitch we 30'd up
Just left Volcano, bitch I'm Curry'd up
Cheese in my pockets, Velveeta
We rapped well actually screamed then nick and codae came in my room hyping us up jade , me and tae started twerking while passing the blunt to everyone and the room.
Next song was the rules by reup reedy
I took 9 months off and gave you b*tches a chance
Now I'm back in my bag and takin' over the game
H*es been throwin' salt I'm catchin' all of the (??????)
But ima do y'all a favor and give you b*tches the game
Number 1
Don't ever give ya p*ssy to a n*gga who goin'
Fill you up wit lies and ain't doin' nothin' for ya.
Number 2
Don't ever let a n*gga put ya last if he
Stingy wit the bag give his friend some of that ass
Number 3
Don't ever f*ck a n*gga for free if he want
Some of this p*ssy then he goin' pay the fee
Number 4
Don't deal with his BM mess if he really
F*ck wit you then he goin' keep her in check
Me,jade,and tae sung while twerking making nick look at me Twerk we both made I contact the thing I love about him is i don't have to tell him I need my needs done he knows from when me and him were together we read each other's mines
He nodded and I bit my lips looking shy
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