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I had to rationalize with myself at times. I was never the type to tell people all of my business. Most bitches and niggas were trifling, but I always had a friend in me.
Facts
“Ain’t nobody worried about him. I have a gun, I have bullets, and if he wants one, he can have it.”
It was something about veins in a man’s arms. He had me looking at him like who the fuck is he and why he ain’t in my drawers yet.
“Is it crack? Are you smoking that good shit? It’s that or you rode that short yellow bus to school.”
“No, I won’t. I’m not a woman that likes to be told what to do. Maybe he’s used to docile women, but that ain’t me. I talk back, and I don’t listen. Your brother will learn that.”
“Then we will just be two shooting muthafuckas ’cause I’m bussin’ back.”
my arm. “What I think is you should make that your first and last time putting your hands on me for any reason. I’m not fucking Stanley. And if I was, the dick I take doesn’t make you cum.”
Clock it
“Nah, I’m about to make him a slut. Once I hit him with that ‘Why you sitting all the way over there’ line, he’s mine. Alexa, play ‘Slut Him Out’ by Baby Tate.”
I made up my mind. I was getting fucked tonight. Whether it was face down, ass up, or my feet against the headboard—he was giving me some dick.
