𝘛 𝘏 𝘜 𝘎|| 𝘗𝘰𝘱 𝘚𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦

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𝗕𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻||𝗣𝗼𝗽||𝗚𝘂𝗻𝘇

"Aye Cuh?"

"Wasscrackinnn chip!? I ain see yo' ass in bout' nan' days cuh." I walk up to him.

"Feds has me in county fo' drug possession. I just wanted to snort my white in peace, nah mean?" He mugged.

Thing with chip was he is an addict. Ion judge cuh, but he better not come up on me scratching. He's the meanest on the block though.

"Bashar!!"

Yea, fuck no. This is what I get for tellin dese hoes my name. Swea' I was just tryna bust sum.

"Shari if that's you, get the fuck some whea' today ain't my day." I groan.

"Shari?!? D-don't get smacked, hell? You know the fucking drill."My babymomma gritted.

She was being petty as da fukk. I ain't tryna get slapped doe.

"Britt stop acting fucking ratchet. Where my child at?" I switch it around to her.

Fuck what niggas say, my babymoms scary ashidddd. She a whole ass man, he'll?

"Wit' my fucking mom.." she walk off to her ratchet friends.

Well fuck you too hoe. Suck my dick.. wait- YOU ALREADY DID!!
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𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗿 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿

"Go in that store and get me sum milk for dinner babes." My mom said parking the car.

I was going to take me precious time.  She knows I haven't been feeling well since Khalil died.

"Well- ok." I hop out the car going in the corner store.

"Hi Mr.Chow." I wave.

Mr. Chow is that one Chinese worker everyone likes, including me.

"My star baby!!" He cheesed.

I didn't mind him calling me 'baby' he calls everyone he's close with that.

I walk straight to the milk cartons checking the expiration dates.

I heard a chuckle behind me, " Cuh, get a fucking milk and gon.."

Otay, because...

"Uhm, excuse me.." I frown.

Ole dude cute as heck! Just disrespectful, hell wrong with him.

"Fuck you farted? Nasty ass broad." His mug deepened.

Last time I checked, everyone farts. Including you... whatever you say.

"Childish as fuck." I say.

His voice so deep n raspy. Got the ASMR shit.

"Yo' Auntie like this childish nigga though.. Move, hell?" He pushed me.

I dramatically fall. I was going to make a scene. Shit, he made hulk smash MAD!!

Tears started rolling down my face.

"Mane- fuck is you crying fo'? I'm sorry dammit, hell?" He walked out.

What?!? He ain't even pay for his shit.

I sigh hard.

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I grab a few more things then decided to try my luck.

*beeeep beeepp!*

Aw damn.. I hate it here.

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YURRR!! THIS A HOOD ASS STORY OF MY BAYBEHH POP🥵!

Thas my third nigga so stay in ya place.

Y'all don't understand how I got dhis idea... Had a whole ass dream😭.

Buh like my shit, hell?