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“You talk too damn much, you backwood, incest bred, cousin fuckin’, shit smelling, sheep raping peckerwood,”
You wanted a nigga, well the nigga is here, beating yo’ muthafuckin’ ass. This ain’t the old South. Bitch, I’ll stomp yo’ ass for all my ancestors. Stop fuckin’ playing with me, pussy ass hoe!”
Giovanni would have his ass floating in the Gulf of Mexico. Shit, the orange wig-wearing bastard changed it to the Gulf of America. Weak ass shit don’t even sound the same.
“Nah, ma, they just didn’t have deep enough ones. I ain’t nothing like any nigga you fucked with. You’ll love it here. Promise.”
“Y’all rich men don’t know nothin’ about no damn seasoning. Always tryna play my people with that bland-ass food. Talking ’bout some ‘organic, all-natural flavor.’ The fuck is that?!”
“This is a good man, Savannah.” I smirked, catching the reference immediately. Waiting to Exhale. That line was a joke among Black women, a way to let another woman know she had a solid man.
Damn I didn't know this lol
Because if there was one thing about Bankston? He was always gonna check a bitch.
