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Nov 2021
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Whew Chile! Millie Colon Comes With Some Old Flicks Of Her And Shantey Ledé.
Millie Colon, the mother of Dave East's daughter and girlfriend hasn't been on the best terms with the singer Shantey Ledé. Over the years, the two have exchanged words over social media and in 2019, on Shantey's birthday, the two were in a physical altercation at a New York nightclub.
Fast forward to now, last month Millie was on her live and made some strong allegations about both of their children's father, Dave East having threesomes back in the day that Shantey Ledé never confirmed or denied. And now, she's come with some old flicks of the trio getting cozy.
Shantey blood boils.
She eyes the photos on the celebrity blog site. It was three images and she remembers each of them. First one, Shantey and her stood on each side of him in front of a stoop in Harlem. Second one, it was only both women at a house party for Dave's cousin in Philadelphia. Based off their bloodshot eyes, they were drunk and high. Shantey sitting on her lap and Millie's cupping both of her breasts over her crop top with their tongues out. And the third one, Shantey was twerking on her lap.
Every since the allegations was even released, Shantey has been staying quiet. Not getting on social media or even texting any one's phone. She told the father of her son's to get his baby mother in line once, and that's all she was giving him. It's the only warning.
Again, Shantey ignored the messy blogs. She sits on the couch, checking the time, and realizing she hasn't received a text from Sino as she usually does on Sundays. He and her boys should've landed by now.
Just as she was about to dial Sino's, another unsaved number flashes across her iPhone screen. She recognizes the number and answers.
Shantey braced her iPhone to her ear. "Where my son's?"
"Ameer sick," the gruff, New York accent speaks in her ear. "And he ain't tryna get on no plane."
"David. . . Stop playing wimme and put my son's on the plane."
