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      DASHIYAY LANAE JOHNSON
                    HOUSTON, TX
        "SHIAYH"
-1:00 pm/ her car

      DASHIYAY LANAE JOHNSON                     HOUSTON, TX                          "SHIAYH"                  -1:00 pm/ her car

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A/n: this is really my song so imma put y'all on rq listen to it above^^

The way you snatched my heart, feel like you had it before
The way I kiss your lips, feel like I kissed you before
Fuck you from the back, feel like I hit it before
And I asked you for some anus, like you ain't did it before

Before me, I don't care who was before me
You lonely, now you ain't gotta be lonely
My baby, challenges, you know 'em, baby
I gravitated towards your love for the making

Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, our marriage
Make sure you make a hundred M's off cosmetics
When I decide to get you a ring I'm getting all carats
And they sneak diss from fake pages, they all jealous

And when I do tell you I love you it don't be small letters
And you gon' cuss a nigga out tryna fuck for some Margielas
I hate when you try to ignore me
They tried to say that you ain't for me
I had to figure it out on my own
I had to take you on this journey

You got my heart screamin', uh-uh-mm, mm-mm
Stop movin' girl, I'm 'bout to cum
I changed your life from the ghetto
You got me screamin' falsetto

Put you in that rose gold, take off that metal
Love when you're landing, see you at arrival
No label song wasn't for you, I need a title
Done fuckin' these hoes everywhere, I need a bridal

She don't care to be around my boys
You concealed to carry my heart like a FOID
I don't want no different hoes like Floyd
Give you my last name, that's Banks, like Lloyd

I'm holding you down
You're so used to clowns
Pop up unannounced
Told me he a mouse
Told me don't give him pounds
Told me he ain't allowed
Told me he ain't my crowd
It was true so I'm proud

Make me proud, make me proud
Make me proud, make me proud, baby

Lil durk india pt 3 blasted through my car speaker as I was on my way to they g-station

I love me some durk, young boy, polo, lil baby, and rod they all be hitting.

But this song right her by durk is just my song.

As the song was ending I pulled up to the g-station.

I hop out and make my way to the entrance not before looking at the pump number.

"Yo, joe" i say as i walk in "wassup lil dave" he say back making me laugh, as I make my way to the back of the store.

I go to the chip ale grab me some hot puffs, and hot fries.

I went to the drink and grabbed me a watermelon/ice tea brisk cs them bitches be hitting.

I made my way to the candy ale and grabbed a Twix bar and some sour gummy starburst.

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