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“Naw her ass looked like a field nigga on a doughnut diet and Zaria ass looking like a snack. Imma start a petition. Save the slaves. That’s the slogan.” Laughing at his clown ass, I got in the car and was pleased with tonight’s work. We headed to the house and the only thing on my mind was checking on Zaria. Knowing the girls didn’t like her, I had to make sure they didn’t tear my shit up. At least that’s the excuse I told myself. I hope her uglass was in a better mood.
“Don’t get mad at me because my hair longer than your bitch shit. Hoe ponytail looking like pubic hair in a bun. Fuck out of here.” The shit must have been true, because the nigga got up ready to fight.
“Fuck wrong with you? We not with that split personality shit. I’ll shoot all them mother fuckers in your head.”
“That bitch look like she was a man before, you better leave her alone before she beat your ass.”
“I just told your we are farmers looking ass that nobody ever been up there. Hell he barely goes in that mother fucker.”
