"Ayeeee Dele'quan, wassup nigga?"
I turn my head and see Vonte pimp walking like a fool. Looking stupid as always. Don't get me wrong...Vonte my nigga, my Ride or Die , a1 day one. He's my best friend to make things easier.
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"I've been seeing a couple bad bitches down here that's been eyeballing you for God knows how long ...you ain't say nothing to them yet? That's not like you." Yeah i noticed them wanna be foreign hoes staring my ass down but they ain't all that. I got my eye on this one particular Darkskin Baddie. Oh yeah, I don't discriminate...I love all colors...if you cute then you cute.
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"yeah I notice them looking my way, your point is?" I said kind of annoyed at them girls. "Anyways...we got business to take care of tonight so swing by later around 10:30. I'm outtie" I throw up the piece sign and head home. I just didn't feel right being there anymore...and not talking to girls is Un normal for a guy like me..
...This is my first story I'm writing soooo just wanted to throw that out. Any suggestions just leave a comment (:
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¥ Trap King ¥
HumorThis story will be about a Trap King named Dele'quan. He's been through hell and back but finally meets the girl of his dreams. Will he continue his Trap doings just for her ? Or will he just leave his whole trap life behind?
