I’m about to send you all the names of the residents in her apartment building, and I need background checks on their asses by tomorrow morning. I would do the shit myself, but I got practice and can’t be fucking off,” I explained. “What you need that for?” Travie inquired. “Just get it. I wanna know every fucking thing about every muthafucka in the building so I can make my next move, aight?” “Ocean—” I hung up the phone, not the least bit interested in Travie attempting to sway my decision. He didn’t understand my mission, and therefore, I wanted to spend less time educating his ass and more
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THIS FEELS MORE LIKE FORCING HER HAND 🤷🏽♀️. AND A BUT CRAZY
