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THIRTEN

𝐊𝐞'𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦, 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐚

"Man man man, she finer then a mothafucka." Tman said stalking somebody instagram.

"Bitch you a stalker." I said laughing.

"No im not shut up."

"THATS KESHIA? WITH THE FAT ASS BUTT?" I said shocked.

"shit yea, yeen never put me on so I had to do it myself bit." He said shrugging.

"Yall talkin?"

"Yeah i guess you can say that." he said smiling.

"Mannnnn must be nice."

"Im telling Karmah on you." Mario said.

"Why the fuck you always snitching like damn."I mugged.

"Cause you needa stop playing with that man." Glock said.

"Who asked you glock? Witcho young ass." I said.

"Nigga we the same age."

"Okay but my birthday coming up." I said shrugging.

"That don't mean shit."

"Yes it do."

"Okay whatever nobody finna argue wit yo ass."

"But we not arguing." I said smiling.

"Omggg shut the hell up." Mario said.

"Anyways lets go hotbox." I said hopping off the porch.

"Aight bet."

We hopped in the car and started rolling up.

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"Im high as fuckkkkkkk." I laughed.

"On maaa." Mario said.

"On sum real shit, no fake shit." Glock said.

"Here he go."

"Like if I ever meet ice spice assum like i'll hit. ain spendin no 500k onnat bit tho."

"She charge niggas 500k?"

"Jordan Poole did that shit."

"Oh yeaaaaa he shole did." I said.

"He gave that bit 500k fam." Glock said.

"He hit?" I asked.

"Had to be what else he tried to do? I know he ain try to cuff nigga spent 500k onnat bit jus to fuck."

"Oh hell nah fam." Tman said.

"Ain gon cap, real shit, real shit, like realest shit ever fam. Everybody always say they wouldn't pay for pussy. Okay what price would you pay to hit ice spice dont een cap?" I asked the niggas.