Ariana Anthony Montana Pov Same day Chicago, Illinois 9:19pm
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Oh,why we ain't friends no more? Why you won't listen no more? Damn, I let a good girl go Away, away, away, I've been All around the world And I've been looking for you, searching You deserve it 'cause you're perfect (perfect)
Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah) All that ass up, love how you twerk it Can you do that on the dick? (Oh, can you?) Don't be shy, now, up and down (nah) You know what it is (yeah, yeah) Concentrate, baby, get it, get it (get it) And bring that ass right here (right here, right here) Ooh, ooh, I'ma go down, I'ma go down (I'ma go down) Ooh, ooh, I'm doin freaky shit 'cause ain't nobody 'round (ooh, ooh) (nobody, nobody) And don't be acting fake when you see me out You don't wanna hear me out, how you gonna blame , oh Why, Why(Nah)
I was singing along with Chris until east turned down my music. I turned my head and gave him a death glare making him laugh.
"This yo shit huh?" He asked me.
"Yes now stop touching stuff my part finna come on." I told him once a again Turing up the radio.
You deserve it 'cause you perfect (perfect) You make every moment worth it (every moment) I'm flyin' down Collins, I'm shirtless (skrrt) Just thinkin' how you might've curved it (might have curved it) I knew you a minute, don't act like you don't know the business I've been tryna get all up in it Gave you my card, I don't know 'bout no limit (swipe) They can't see us in it, that foreign was tinted (oh) Nowadays they get too borin' with niggas In love with that pussy, adorin' these women (I love 'em) Bring out some Molly, bet all of them with it If I take you shoppin', make sure it's expensive (cash up) Nothin' feel better than knowin' that pussy for me (mine) I've been a wolf in these streets I hold my own in it, ain't nobody took it from me (nobody) I get women you wouldn't believe Eye that money, I'm gon' get high with your honey Might take a trip out of the country Know I got hoes, she not findin' it funny Her brain is so good, I can't ride with no dummy I only see you in Prada, not bummy
"I'm from the streets, but your momma gon' love me I told her, "I never run out of this money" Fall back on your homies, a lot of them love me It's 'bout to get ugly" I rapped along with the song while twerking in my seat. When Chris started singing again I turned the radio down a little so I can talk to east.
"Look on some real shit ion know who that nigga is but he can get it okayyyy." I said making him laugh.
"Yea I bet if you knew who he was you wouldn't have said that." He said shaking his head.
"Why you say that?" I asked him.
"Just cause." He said stopping at a red light. I turned up the radio before getting out the car and shaking my ass.
