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"You just mad about my new girl," Y/N's ex laughed at her. Cordae and Y/N had ran into each other at a local Los Angeles party. Because of the liquor they consumed, a fight had began.
"Mad?" Y/N scoffed, "Bitch. Please. She looks like a fucking horse."
"She looks better than you," Cordae spat at Y/N. She shook her head in disbelief, "Honey, I am a ten. She can pass as a six maybe. And I promise you she is using you for money."
"Then she'll be just like you," Cordae told Y/N.
Before Y/N walked away she said, "I ain't never need your money. I drive a RangeRover and can take a trip to the Bahamas by myself. Difference between me and her is that she needs a man to be a queen. Me, I'm queen on my own."
"Don't ever compare me to that nasty ass rat again," Y/N yelled at Cordae, "And by the way." She turned around to look at him.
