part 4🎀

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Armani Rose Gold
Location:home

"Come on mamas put on your shoes" I said to Mel

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"Come on mamas put on your shoes" I said to Mel

"okay mommy" she said putting on her shoes while I put her hair in a bun with a bang and lay her edges

"You ready mamas" I said putting up the products

"yes i wanna take pictures mommy"Amelia said

"Okay baby we can take your pictures" I said giving her the purse

we walk out her bedroom and go downstairs, grabbing the keys off the table I unlock the door and we walk out locking it behind me. getting my phone out my purse I look at melia who was waiting on me to take her pictures.

"Ready" I asked

"Yes" she said posing

Taking her pictures I make sure catch some off guards of her. after I take her pictures we hop in my car and drive over to von house.

"mommy play hellcats and trackhawks" Mel said

"Okay baby" I said playing hellcats trackhawks

I remember claiming Dipset (let's get it)
I had some bitches on my line
I told them bitches get they lips wet (bitch, get your lips wet)
Lock that door, where them bowls at? (Let's get it)
Search for his gun, where his pole at? (Where his pole at?)
We on his ass, where his shows at? (Where his shows at?)
He get away, we on his ass, where he parole at? (Parole at?) We both rapped

I be hatin' when thеse rappers call these rappers brothers (brothers)
Only the family in my eyes, bitch, we got each other (yeah)
I popped a Perc' and drunk a gallon, man, that hurt my stomach (man, what?)
Doin' the dash inside the Lamb', that shit had make me vomit (yeah, yeah)
Fuck from the back, I pull her hair, she screamin' while she cummin' (she cummin')
Got foenem' G-locks, they be clutchin' every time they servin' (gang)
With all that rah-rah, like you like that, come around, you nervous (on gang)
Sneaky talkin' like you like that, now you actin' turtle (on gang)

Yeah, you ain't like that, you ain't catch a murder
Opps be threatenin' me in my DM, we ain't never worried (we ain't never worried)
Bleed, free Lil Steve, yeah, I concur (concur)
He be to himself but he'll catch a murder (catch a murder)
I'm smokin' weed, I don't fuck with dirty, uh (fuck with dirty)
Can't trust a E, 'cause these bitches dirty (bitches dirty)
I feel like Gleesh when I clutch my .30, uh
Get out the streets, bitch, you touchin' 30, uh (touchin')
Deeski been trappin', he just touched a 30, uh (touched a-)

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