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"Period sis fuck it upppppp" My stylist hyped me up, I stuck my tongue out seeing him recording.
"Ayeeeeeee" he sung as I started to twerk.
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"Bitch you been a thot!" He stopped recording and I went in the mirror admiring my new hair.
When I tell you tae will have you looking like a snack, meal, and dinner okurrr.
"How much I owe you?" I asked pulling out my wallet and pulled out a few hundreds.
"The usual" he waved me off, walking around to clean up the supplies, so I sat $500 on the table.
"Alright thank you Tae, love you byeee!"
"Bye baby, turn up fa me tonight!" He yelled as I walked out his shop, getting into my Newley bought Range Rover.
My phone ringed with a notification from tae.
@Arrogant_tae123 tagged you in a post.
I liked it and as soon as I did my bestfriend, Kentrell or nba youngboy as people know FaceTimed me.
"Go bestfriend, that's my bestfriend that's my bestfriend" I propped my phone up singing our theme song that he hated so much. I laughed seeing him mug me.
"Mane fuck outta hea' with that song. Why the hell you all over Instagram twerking?" He kept his face balled up, and I heard voices in the background.
"Shut y'all ass up!" He yelled making me bust out laughing.
"Nigga you shut yo bean potato built ass up!" The voice which sounded like Ben yelled back.
Man when I tell you I was dying, I really was.
"Fuck you laughing at? You still ain't answered my question, neither." He turned his attention back on me.
"Like Nicki said I been a bad bitch, cockiana" I quoted shrugging.
"Nah you been a beat up bitch if you keep playing with me. Whatchu boutta do anyway?" His rude ass asked.
"Prolly get me some'n to eat and slide over to my eat eat house." I reclined the seat back, seeing the sun starting to go down.
"Bruh yo virgin marry ass ain't done shit. Ain't even bout it." He joked.
"You saying that now but when I bust it open like a groupie bet you won't hear my nigga complain." I stuck out my tongue.
"You right. He ain't gone be alive too complain." I waved him off, he always threatened that if I got a nigga he would kill him or some shit like that.
I wasn't worried cause in a few weeks I was going on tour with Kentrell and gang to Miami so a bitch was definitely bout to swipe a nigga.
"Yea ok. I'll be over there later bestie." I puckered my lips acting like I was kissing the screen.
He did it back making me laugh, it was how we got off the phone.
"Bye ba- bestie." I rolled my eyes while he laughed.
