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“Shit, you didn't have to find it. Yo’ ass went looking. You not tired of getting your feelings hurt? What you seek, you shall find.”
I worked hard for my bread, and if shit got rough, I'd be the one taking penitentiary charges. That bitch would have another nigga before I got a booking number.
She knew all about Keiona, Brittany, Narissa, and even Jasmine, who was my main side-bitch.
Main side b*tch is crazyyyy! Lofl
If it was one thing I hated, was a weak-minded bitch. Let’s not forget a gold digger. Any bitch that let a man do them dirty because he was financially secure was a sack-chasing hoe in my eyes.
A nigga got tired of talking ’bout my cheating because she wasn't going nowhere. She had been dealing with my bullshit for six years, and as long as she lived lavishly, she was gonna continue to let me do me.
I never understood why Shanell let me dog her the way I did. I mean, I knew why, but I didn't understand. She was bad as fuck and could bag any nigga in the world.
Them bitches act like they were really her friends, but I fucked all of them except Anmarie.
The sound of her weeping did something to my soul. I wanted to snatch baby girl up and make shit right, but I fucked up. Therefore, I did like I always did: I ran from my problems leaving her to drown in her pool of tears.
We not only bonded but confined in each other. Shit that I dealt with over Fero, Batman was the shoulder to cry on. He was also the one that rolled with me when I shot at Fero’s bitches or busted them bitches upside their heads with Hennessy bottles.
Girl what?!? Lofl
One thing about me, I got dirty. My entire life, I fought all these bitches, especially the ones in projects. I made a name for myself to the point bitches knew not to test me. Once I was done with the fighting, I'd start shooting and dared a bitch to call the police.
No matter how big the gun she bust, this girl was gentle. She bodied niggas in the streets, but to me, she wouldn't hurt a fly.
At this point, it was fuck Shanell, and there was no turning back. After AK let me play with her pussy, it was only a matter of time before I made her and her pussy mine. Butta could have this disloyal bitch, but I had to get the last laugh first.
“Who the fuck you give my pussy too?” he asked, taking me by surprise. Since when did my precious box belong to him? “I swear on my mama, AK, soon as I find the nigga, he dead just like that last bitch ass nigga you was fucking on.”
She was ghetto with not an ounce of class. She was what one would consider ratchet. She wasn't me, period, and I needed to prove that. I'd be damned if my husband left me for project bate.
This shit was something out of a movie, and it would be titled A Billionaire And His Bitch.
