There is a girl named Brooklyn aka Brook she get's kicked out of her house by her crack head mom and tires to get in drug delling group but they end up falling in love
I woke about a hour ago and now I'm standing in my closet looking for something to wear today for the party. Graduation is in a week I can't wait me and Amora found a house in boulder city cause she wanna be close to there. We have furniture and stuff but we just need food but we gonna handle that when we get out of here. I flat iron my hair so and put the outfit on. Then took my picture.
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I grabbed my pink fanny pack and put my stuff in it. I grabbed his gifts and and walked up stairs. I put them in the back of my car as Amora came out with Anthony gifts. They now go out. I got in and started my car and Amora played our song came on First Lady.
Some niggas don't wanna hold hands Some niggas don't want no one to know Some don't wanna claim to be your man Some would rather keep it on the low
But with a face like that, and a body like that And a smile like that, with an ass so fat like that with some brains to match
Why wouldn't I wanna tell the world about you, about you, about you? Why wouldn't I wanna tell the world about you, about you, about you? Why wouldn't I wanna tell the world about what I got at the crib holding me down, Having my back when no one is around? Baby girl, you're my queen. Come get your crown All I wanna do is tell the world:
That's my baby! Something like the same way Jay be repping for Beyoncé That's my baby! Something like the same way Barack be repping for Michelle though You're my girl though. I'm 'a tell the world though This love is presidential You're my first lady! My first lady!
Baby, you're my number one I don't put you second to none Girl, I worship the rain That waters the grass That grows on the ground you walk on
Baby, you're my number one I don't put you second to none You make me so ashamed of the girls in my past (and)
Why wouldn't I wanna tell the world about you, about you, about you? Why wouldn't I wanna tell the world about you, about you, about you? Why wouldn't I wanna tell the world about what I got at the crib holding me down, Having my back when no one is around? Baby girl, you're my queen. Come get your crown All I wanna do is tell the world:
That's my baby! Something like the same way Jay be repping for Beyoncé That's my baby! Something like the same way Barack be repping for Michelle though You're my girl though. I'm 'a tell the world though This love is presidential You're my first lady! My first lady
We pulled up to there house as the song went off. I grab his gifts and then we walked up to his door step. I brought my swimming suit knowing he had a pool. Anthony opened the door and gave Amora a kiss.
Kayloni-get a room
Anthony(ant)- hey sis
Kayloni-hey brother
I walked in and I felt some covered my eyes. I turn around and handed him his gifts he put a blind fold on and guided me to his room. He took it off and I saw my gifts.
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