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Trust issues, trust issues is what the fuck she got.
"Damn bruh you acting like you can't trust me or some" I said making a left.
"Nigga you lied talm bout you was at that raggedly ass house-why yeen just say you was wit BJ?" She asked rolling her eyes.
"Cause I was heading to the trap-but I was a lil late-how hard is it to trust me bruh-? Cause like straight up you bullshitting"
"Man let me out right here-I'll fucking walk-
"The fuck you gone walk to?"
"Ion know probably Savon house-
"Yo who the FUCK is Savon?"
"Ion know-a name I just came up wit"
"Stop fucking playing wit me!"
"Alrighty"
"Dead ass!"
"Alrighty"
She dead ass fucking playing wit me and ain't nobody in the mood to be dealing with dat shit. ~~~ -Home- ~~~ Then she wanted to give me the silent treatment and shit.
"Yo bald head ass don't hear me talking to you?" I asked.
She was in the bathroom doing her makeup while I was laying down on the bed.
"The fuck you bout to go?" I asked again.
She fucking playing wit me.
I threw the remote at ha ass.
"Yo what the fuck wrong wit yo ass?!" She yelled.
"Get up out yo feeling"
She threw that shit back but it ain't hit me.
My phone started ringing.
Scam Likely
Yeah she gone learn to stop being ah baby bout shit.
"Wassup baby"
See what ha ass do den.
"I'm on my way...nawl Ian got none to do-give me 10 minutes"
