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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟗- 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝐭𝐡📍𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐦, 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝟏:𝟓𝟕𝐩𝐦

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𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝐭𝐡
📍𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐦, 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐤
𝟏:𝟓𝟕𝐩𝐦

𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 hotel lobby with dd and ddot next to him, they get inside his car closing the doors

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𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 hotel lobby with dd and ddot next to him, they get inside his car closing the doors. "bro, hotsls is mad overpriced" ddot speaks up making notti nod his head, turning the car on. "hell yeah, i just spent $800 for one night. it's worth it though for mora."

The three boys just left one of the biggest hotels in Harlem after booking a room for notti's plan. He basically had everything already planned out, he was gonna decorate the hotel room with balloons and pink rose petals and it was just gonna be perfect.

He still had to finish the song but he had a little trick up his sleeve to add to it.


𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

"make a song about me" Notti told the girl over facetime making her look at the camera, her eyes low from the drinking. "repeat what i just said cause i know yo ass ain't listening" he laughed at her making the girl slowly roll her eyes.

"make a song about me."

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊



"wait nigga what" dd asks confused on what he just told the two teenagers, flickering the lighter a few times on the blunt before fully lighting it while letting the windows down.

"my heart are you dumb? i just said i recorded her saying 'make a song about me' and ima put it in the intro" notti explains again, pulling out of the parking spot.

To him the song was already special because it was about her, but putting her voice in was the cherry on top. "i still can't believe yo ass going through wit it" dd takes a hit from the blunt before handing to notti, grabbing it with his right hand.

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