Chapter 18

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Y/N's POV:
"How you doing tonight Chicago!" I yelled through the microphone enthusiastically, and in reply they screamed like there was no tomorrow.

"Okay so this next song is pretty semi- hype and calming in a way if I do say so myself. You can sing along if you want." The screaming grew louder which I'm pretty sure it's because they knew the next song I was going to sing.

"Alright here we go." I grabbed the mic from the stand and got myself situated.

Me:
I want you to be mine again baby
I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy
I cannot see myself without you
We call them fans though, girl you know how we do
I go out of my way to please you
I go out of my way to see you
And I want you to be mine again baby
I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy
But, I cannot see myself without you
We call them fans though, girl you know how we do
I go out of my way to please you
I go out of the way to see you
I ain't playing no games, I need you

Baby, can you understand I'm a young nigga living
Coming from the trap, all a nigga know is get it
I ain't chasing no pussy, girl I'm talking 'bout the digits
Big bank rolls in my pockets, all fifties
Turned a little check, then, I showed you I could triple it
Baby, it's Zoovier, only want you
I don't give a fuck who cares, tats on my face
She don't give a fuck who stares, looking too good
Get you fucked on sight
I'm tryna finish this who I started with
I'm tryna spend it all who I got it with
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
We be counting up, watch how far them bands go
Hop out my beamer, she jump out the Lambo
Roll them bands up, smooth how the wind go
Dumping wood guts allout the window
Married to the money, I ain't never let go
Baby, it's Zoowap from the bando
Dumping wood guts allout the window
Married to the money, I ain't never let go
Baby, it's ZooWap from the fucking bando

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