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Yonna POV
Im sitting on the couch with kj who is my mannnn.
i really needa stop playin in these niggas faces but it's whatever for real.
it's okay tho cus when i'm tired of them i got my bitches i can be laid up wit.
like ice spice said, "i like niggas bitches too."
this nigga needa go tho cus he ain't finna be here when my m.o.m get here.
"kj getcho ass up," i said and he looked over at me confused.
"fuck you talkin to like that ma," kj said with his deep toneless voice.
if only ian like to have my fun he would really be my full time nigga. he so sexyyy.
he was tall with dreads and a lil hoodlum because you know dread heads do it the best and i like mines a lil hood.
one thing bout the nigga was he always had sum weed no matter what tho.
"who the fuck else," i ask lookin around.
"fuck i needa get up fo cuh whachu finna kick me out," he asked ballin up his face a lil bit.
"yes get out," i said pointing to the door.
"damn whachu got anotha nigga comin, we ain't locked in nomo," he say gettin up.
'nah nigga we ain neva been locked in the fuck,' is what i almost said.
"never said that my mom* coming over," i said rollin my eyes.
(my other man)
"ohrd that's all yo big headed ass had to say, all that attitude," he said leavin.
"no goodbye kiss, matter fact you're cut," i said turnin around to go back to the couch.
"my fault," i heard as he grabbed me by my neck before kissing me.
i can't even lie that shit made a bitch pussy throb.
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