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fourteen.

O M N I S C I E N T

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"say, step out real quick." kentrell says, his producer stood up and walked out. leaving him and ranada alone. he pressed a button and

"Even though I want them niggas dead, that's all (Yeah, for sure)
Nah, for real though
I'm all alone and I'm thinking 'bout you
How you feel (Slatt)
I say, you gotta tell me what you don't like
I might do it a couple times again, but I'll get it right."

"Tell me how you want it, baby
(Tell me how you want it, baby)
I said tell me how you feel (I said tell me how you feel)
Don't let this shit be 'bout no money, baby
(Don't let this shit be 'bout no money)
All you do is keep it real (All you do is keep it real)."

"I'm goin' insane, ain't askin' no main 'cause that shit lame
And I'm tired of playing games, if you want me, then make a change
'Cause all this back and forth shit, it done brought too much of pain
Fuck all them hoes I fuck with, I want you to be my main, I'm just sayin'
Xanax, Percocet, and plus that lean
Got me acting all type of ways, make you think shit that it don't seem."

"I got hoes screamin' my name wherever I'm steppin' on the scene
I just hope I'm who you want 'cause I want you on side of me (Lil Top, ayy, ayy, YoungBoy)."

"Tell me how you want it, baby
(Tell me how you want it, baby)
I said tell me how you feel (I said tell me how you feel)
Don't let this shit be 'bout no money, baby
(Don't let this shit be 'bout no money)
All you do is keep it real (All you do is keep it real)."

"Tell me how you want it, baby, tell me how you feel
I been depressed with all this money by my lonely, baby
I just need someone to keep it real."

"Somewhat abusive, let's be trill
When I'm out here in that field
This pistol make a nigga chill (Bitch, what?)
But I be wantin' my bae right here
Got diamonds from mouth to my ear
If she ain't there, I don't appear
Where you at? I'll be right there
I pay that cost to fly a Lear
My niggas got bad bitches, be around me
They all wanna fuck on a nigga
Sometimes I get dirty
Sometimes I think of you and tell 'em, "Don't touch on a nigga," yeah
Compared to you, I know that it's wrong
I love how they lovin' a nigga, yeah
These bitches ain't shit, don't wan' be alone
Fuck 'round, take her home with a nigga, damn."

"Tell me how you want it, baby
(Tell me how you want it, baby)
I said tell me how you feel (I said tell me how you feel)
Don't let this shit be 'bout no money, baby
(Don't let this shit be 'bout no money)
All you do is keep it real (All you do is keep it real)."

"Tell me how you want it, baby, tell me how you feel
I been depressed with all this money by my lonely, baby
I just need someone to keep it real."

"you fuck with it." kentrell asked ranada, she couldn't lie. she did.

"yeah, who is it about."

he pulled ranada on his lap, and started kissing on her neck.

"you ma'." he pulled up my skirt, and slid his hand in her lace panties.

"n-no." she stutters.

"say i won't." she shook my head, and he quickly slid two fingers into her heat.

"ouu fuck." ranasa moans out gripping the arms of the chair. he used his other hand to grip her neck and pull her head back, so he could suck her my neck.

ranadas hips bucked back and forth the faster he went, and she could feel his manhood growing under her body.

"can we go to the room instead, this isn't comfortable." she complained groaning, feelung her belly heat up.

"mane c'mon." he slid his fingers out of her and pushed her of him. he grabbed ranadas hand and lead her out the studio room, yes he had a studio in his home.

he lead her upstairs into a room she haven't been into before, he lockeded the door behind them and took his shirt off.

he walked closer to her and she slowly started backing up but she ended up falling onto the bed.

"mane why you runnin', come get take this dick." he spat and unbuckled his belt, throwing to the side.

"damn, i hope you ready." he mumbled.

honestly she wasn't...