𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 Lady Of 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗥𝗼𝘄

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𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿- 𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗺 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱.

𝗜𝗰𝘆- 𝘂𝗺 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟰 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝗔𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲.

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April 16 1994

Kevin looked over the schedule Saweetie was given earlier and sighed realizing this was going to be her busiest month yet. "Ok bitch this about to be a long month for you so no more free time. It says here you got to two music videos a photo shoot for playboy AND vougue. On top of that you got practice for this award show cause you can't dance to save your life and gotta go back in the studio to work on your album. That's not including the small stuff such as wardrobe, interviews, and all this other shit they got you doing. Girl at this point you gon need clone or some cause this is ridiculous."

Saweetie shrugged not stressing to much on it "this is what comes along with fame so I got to get used to it."

"Okay," Kevin gave his shoulders a shrug as well "well I guess we need to go get ready for this video shoot. By the way, I have amazing ideas for both of them especially ride or die but we need get this take your man video out the way first, the people been waiting."

"Whew okay lets go." saweetie gave herself words of encouragement before getting up.

"Alright so the idea for this video is like some dateline type shit so you already know I got the perfect outfit." Kevin walked over to the rack where the clothes hung.

"Okay I'm fucking with it." Saweetie nodded her head examining the piece.

"Oh and you also have a script. Why? I don't know but the producers got something planned." Kevin informed her then handed her the script.

Saweetie read through it realizing it wasn't that long of a script and was easy to remember. "Ouu look it's my area code, 510." Saweetie pointed showing Kevin the script.

"Oh yea I forgot your ass was from Santa Clara ain't that a white people neighborhood."

"Mainly, but every city has a place where black people reside or in this case poor people. The neighborhood I grew up in had people of different races yet none of us had any money. It doesn't matter now cause I finally made it out and I'm moving my Grandma and mama into a new house this weekend. God is good." Sweetie explained to him

"Yes he is all the time." Kevin agreed before placing his attention on something else. "What's that another present from Suge?"

Saweetie looked back at the pink wireless phone she just bout a couple of days ago. "Oh. hell nawl, I bought that myself I was gettin tired of having to wait to get home to get on my phone so I bought one of those wireless ones. Ain't it cute?" She picked it up holding it up to Kevin's face.

"Girl im not talking bout that damn pink phone I saw that as soon as you walked in."  Kevin grabbed her wrist looking at her new bracelet . "This is what I'm talking bout. That shit almost blinded me for a second, you bought that too?"

"Actually...." Saweetie dragged taking forever to finish her sentence "it was a present from Devante."

Kevin was taken back by her statement making him dramatically put his hand on his chest  "Which means y'all together now right? Hell you don't even have to answer that y'all got to be he spending all that money on you."