If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century, could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? -21 Questions x 50 cent
|Atlanta|-|Briyah Alsina|
"Baby this too much." I looked at August like he was crazy. Which he is.
"Nah." He said nonchalantly, continuing to eat.
I reach across the table lightly pushing his shoulder laughing, he chuckled looking up at me.
"Beybeh when it comes ta you a nigga would try ta buy da moon. Ain't shit neva' too much girl." He grabbed my hand kissing it.
"So you don't think buyin' the restaurant out just for one night is too much?" I shook my head "Even tho we got a good ass kitchen at the house where I could cook."
"Mhh--nope." He did this goofy as smile.
"I do" I giggled
"Yah know yah so sexy?" He grinned
"Don't change the subject nigga."
"Jus' fine." He bit his bottom lip "And yah all mine." he wink at me "Whoa yah boy B-L-E-S-S-E-D blessed!!" He yelled out.
"Stop it." I blushed smiling.
"Baby let's try somethin' new." He suggested.
"No"
"Yah don't even kno-"
"We not fuckin' in this restaurant August." I smirked.
"Damn." He whispered slightly turning he head away.
"You so damn nasty." We both laughed.
"A nigga jus' sayin', I can put dis gravy on yah. Den lick it o-"
"No" I interjected
"But-"
"No"
"Beybeh it-"
"No, I ain't sayin' it no mo." I crossed my arms over my chest.
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"Look hea' Birdman." He was cracking up laughing "I don't know who yah talkin' ta? But yah needa put some respek on my name."
