JAX
Okay, it's Childish Gambino, homegirl drop it like the NASDAQ
Move white girls like there's coke up my asscrack
Move black girls cause, man, fuck it, I'll do either
I love pussy, I love bitches, dude, I should be runnin' PETA
In Adidas, with some short shorts, B-O-O all over me
My green is where it's supposed to be, your green is in my grocery
This Asian dude, I stole his girl, and now he got that Kogi beef
My dick is like an accent mark, it's all about the over E's
"I said turn that fucking shit off," I screamed at the driver. The nigga rapping sounded like a sped up version of Icejjfish.
"Fuck is yo' problem nigga!? Yo' bitch ain't suck right? Act like you gotta dick up yo' ass nigga!" My driver/ nigga Gee's said.
"Fuck you Gee! And shut the fuck up nigga fo' I merk yo' ass! And turn that muthafuckin' shit down! Nigga sound like a fuckin' dyin' horse tryna' rap" I shouted over the loud stereo. How much I just wanted to blow this nigga brains out right here, right now. Gee smacked his teeth, turning down the radio.
"Whats wrong nigga? You just ran up out ole' girl house like you seen a ghost or some shit," Big Dee questioned, eating a hamburger. Always fucking eating.
"Nun man, just get me home." I brushed him it off. Seeing Angelique just die like that had my whole brain fucked up. I had to get out there quick before anyone caught me. I ain't want nobody to think I fucking killed her.
"Oh Big J wonna see you fuck boy," Gee mugged.
"Gee shut the fuck up fo' I blast yo' thoughts onto my leather seats." I threatened, clenching my teeth together. He smacked his lips, focusing back on the road. This is why yo' niggas shouldn't work for you.
"Man fuck that, I needa go home. I'll call him," I said looking out the window.
The thought of Angelique's dead body traveled through my mind. Even though I've seen way worse shit, hers was different. I felt guilt.
Even at my mothers funeral I ain't give a fuck. To see her ass dead was a blessing, because I hated that bitch. I don't know what it was about Angelique but-
I was cut off by the vibration of my phone. I read the screen to see it say O.G.
"Hello," I answered my father.
"Where in the fuck you at? I told Gee have yo' ass here by now," he scolded.
"I had some shit to take care of, and I'on feel like coming in today," I explained.
"I'on give a fuck about how yo' ungrateful ass feel! I said bring yo' ass here for you get fucked up! You got twenty minutes," he screamed hanging up. I was really pissed the fuck off now. I shook my head, clenching my teeth in anger.
"Wassup Jax. What'chu doin' nigga?" Gee questioned, looking into the rearview mirror.
"Fuck man, go see what the fuck he won't," I smacked my teeth.
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"Jax, stand right there and gimmie a minute," my father said holding up his finger. He sat behind his desk looking down at whatever was beneath him.
Stackin' 100 dollar bills in a scrunchie
Oh Lord, kamikaze kidnappin' killers
Screamin' fuck the other side
She ride the dick, the dick gone kill her
Vehicular homicide, oh Lord
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Trap Bunny
General Fiction(Strong sexual content) Angelique is princess of the drug game. With the curves of a goddess, the ass to make any man drop to his knees, and the breast to make a porn starlette jealous; and she's 100% naturally bad. Mixed with white and Cuban she wa...
