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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Nov 5, 2024
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I heard Zy lowly chuckle "these niggas don't learn." He mumbled to himself but I guess not tryna hide what he said since I heard em. He finished pumping the gas as I happily ate my meat stick waiting for him to get in the car. Once he was in the car he turned it on and sat his gun out on his lap, I didn't think nothing of it because he did it before we left the house. "Sit your seat back right quick, like all the way back" he told me as he rolled my window down and started clutching on the Glock that sat on his lap. I looked at him confused but did it because this nigga had a gun you never question them. Once my seat was pulled way back he pressed the gas very fast swerving around the front of the gas station and letting off shots at the niggas infront of the store. Read for more🥰
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