I touchdown at 11:45 with a 50 pound lick and a couple hard nines
Now I'm back on my grind
On my side I got a 9
and I go crazy if you disrespect my mind.
I'm
Fresh out the pad door
Still smoking Cali dro
Still totin' Calicos (LilBoosie x Touchdown to cause hell)KEVIN *in MM 😩😍
"They done fucked up and let a real nigga out!" My brother Cash grinned. We was sitting outside of some strip club called PLAYHOUSE. And ain' (i ain't) gone lie. All I could think about was getting my dick wet tonight.
"Hell yeah, it's been too long bro."
"Say?" He took a hit off the blunt then looked at me. "You heard bout Heaven huh? Ma told you?"
"Yeah man. Why you wanna bring that shit up right now bruh?" I was trying to let loose tonight, not drop in my feelings. When I see Patience. I'm on her ass for putting Heaven in danger way like that.
"My bad folk, wanna pop a Jigg (pills) 'fore (before) we go in?" He pulled out a baggie filled with white pills.
I took one. "A nigga can't smoke. Might as well."
"You know, the D.A. can't trace mojo (synthetic weed)."
I looked at him "nigga, hell naw! You be seeing how them niggas be acting on that shit."
He laughed. We was deep as fuck walking into the club. Hoes instantly flocked. Like I said, a real nigga out.
Tweety, one of my soldiers walked in the club dancing. Nigga didn't waste no time. "Aye! Aye, aye! I'm rolling like a 18 wheeler. Mane rolling, mane rolling like a 18 wheeler." He sung walking up behind some yella bone "in rolling, I'm rollingggg before I hit you from the back I need a Trojan!" He humped the girl. I doubled over laughing when the girl slapped him. He dropped his mace and danced all the way down as he picked it up.
"Nigga? The fuck wrong with you? You blocking bruh" my brother said
"Mane, I ain' worried. You know I keep me a bad one." I laughed. Tweety was skinny and dark skin with some light brown contacts. Keep a bad one where?
^TWEETY IN MM😂
"Sup Kevin?" I looked to see one of my old flames, Asia.
"Wassam wit' it" I looked down at her. Lil mama done got finer. I licked my lips. I can't lie, a nigga was feigning. It's been two years.💦
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Losing Patience
RomanceAfter the incarceration of her boyfriend of 6 years and DEATH of her only child. Patience Brown must start from the bottom and dig her way back to the top. CAUTION!!! There's ALOT of southern slang in this story .