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We’ve been talking on the phone for a few days, and I gotta admit the shit was refreshing. One night I caught myself lying flat on the floor with my legs going up the wall, cheesing on the phone like I was in middle school. Shit had me feeling gay as fuck. So, I had to go out and shoot a nigga in the middle of the night to get my gangsta back.
You own me, Bebe. Don’t break a nigga’s heart because I will chop your pretty ass up, have you cremated, and wear your ashes in a necklace daily close to my heart because that’s where you will always be. We doing this or what, baby?”