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“Looks like she’s about to check your girl, man.” The look on his face was priceless. I never seen my boy so lost over no bitch in all our lives. “Nigga is she pregnant?” I stared at her big ass belly as she walked up, talking to the ladies. They all looked calm, so I wasn’t worried about them beating her pregnant ass. Monica had a mouth on her and if it wasn’t for her contact I would’ve put a bullet through her wide ass a long time ago.
“Not by me! But that explains why she wanted to talk. She must think I want her hoe ass.”
I remember the day I told that nigga that his bitch wasn’t shit. C.J was too much of a good guy, being captain save-a-hoe that he thought he could change her thot ass ways. She played that nigga all the way to the left and smashed three of the homies at the same time. They recorded her and I had to keep Carter from busting a few rounds off in her. It was the wrong time and definitely the wrong place but had it been anywhere else, I would’ve gave him the gun myself. Here she was pregnant and all I could think about, while my boy was having a conniption, was which one of these mark ass niggas was the daddy. I made sure to pop two of them off top for disrespecting my brother but the third one got away. It was safe to say that I was the hot head of the two and Carter was the calmer one.
“Speaking of bitches, what are you going to do about TaNeeka? Why haven’t you taken care of her ass yet?”
I really didn’t know the answer to that. I guess I hadn’t had time to think about that and the condition of my team. My crew was falling apart and I couldn’t figure out what to do besides follow my father’s advice and cut those niggas off. I just needed a real good reason to do it.
“What happened to your car though? I saw that shit when I went outside.
“Some raggedy ass confederate flag flying son of a bitch was speeding and side-swiped the shit out of my baby.” He knew I was mad as hell. Tristan couldn't fix it until the next day so I was stuck.
“Not confederate flag. Nigga you don’t have any sense.” Carter said and busted out laughing.
I cut his laugh short and elbowed him in his side.
“Yeah and you know Monica doesn’t have any chill so you might want to take your black ass back over there.” Monica’s neck was rolling and I already knew nothing more than bullshit was coming out her mouth. Those Spanish bitches wasn’t nothing to play with.
“Nah, I’m telling you, Shauna can hold her own.” We watched for a few more seconds before we finally decided to go back.
***
Ashanti
“Why does she look so familiar? I swear, I just saw that bitch somewhere.” I looked up and there was the chick from Buffalo Wild Wings walking our way. I tried to remember whether I saw her belly the last time. She looked about five or six months pregnant.
The weed was definitely fucking with me. “Oh, I guess you think you got something, huh? Fucking with my nigga. Did he tell you I was pregnant?”
Shauna frowned up her face, looking from the girl’s feet up to her head, squinting. “Who are you again?”
The girl rubbed her belly.
“I’m Monica, C.J.’s baby-mama.” I hated when bitches referred to themselves as “baby-mama” what kind of woman said shit like that? I mean, the least they could do was say “baby’s mother” and have a little bit of class about themselves. I knew from the way she was wearing those distressed leggings and tube-top, she was ghetto; never mind the fact that she was smoking when I saw her earlier. Now she was pregnant at the club. In my hood we called females like that, trash.
“You say that’s Carter’s baby. From the way you’re dressed, I’ll say any nigga in here making minimum wage could be the daddy.” Monica looked like somebody had slapped her across the face.
“What did you call him?” She asked as I saw Carter and Kenyon walking back to the table.
“I said Car-ter, bitch. Can you hear? When
“Looks like she’s about to check your girl, man.” The look on his face was priceless. I never seen my boy so lost over no bitch in all our lives. “Nigga is she pregnant?” I stared at her big ass belly as she walked up, talking to the ladies. They all looked calm, so I wasn’t worried about them beating her pregnant ass. Monica had a mouth on her and if it wasn’t for her contact I would’ve put a bullet through her wide ass a long time ago.
“Not by me! But that explains why she wanted to talk. She must think I want her hoe ass.”
I remember the day I told that nigga that his bitch wasn’t shit. C.J was too much of a good guy, being captain save-a-hoe that he thought he could change her thot ass ways. She played that nigga all the way to the left and smashed three of the homies at the same time. They recorded her and I had to keep Carter from busting a few rounds off in her. It was the wrong time and definitely the wrong place but had it been anywhere else, I would’ve gave him the gun myself. Here she was pregnant and all I could think about, while my boy was having a conniption, was which one of these mark ass niggas was the daddy. I made sure to pop two of them off top for disrespecting my brother but the third one got away. It was safe to say that I was the hot head of the two and Carter was the calmer one.
“Speaking of bitches, what are you going to do about TaNeeka? Why haven’t you taken care of her ass yet?”
I really didn’t know the answer to that. I guess I hadn’t had time to think about that and the condition of my team. My crew was falling apart and I couldn’t figure out what to do besides follow my father’s advice and cut those niggas off. I just needed a real good reason to do it.
“What happened to your car though? I saw that shit when I went outside.
“Some raggedy ass confederate flag flying son of a bitch was speeding and side-swiped the shit out of my baby.” He knew I was mad as hell. Tristan couldn't fix it until the next day so I was stuck.
“Not confederate flag. Nigga you don’t have any sense.” Carter said and busted out laughing.
I cut his laugh short and elbowed him in his side.
“Yeah and you know Monica doesn’t have any chill so you might want to take your black ass back over there.” Monica’s neck was rolling and I already knew nothing more than bullshit was coming out her mouth. Those Spanish bitches wasn’t nothing to play with.
“Nah, I’m telling you, Shauna can hold her own.” We watched for a few more seconds before we finally decided to go back.
***
Ashanti
“Why does she look so familiar? I swear, I just saw that bitch somewhere.” I looked up and there was the chick from Buffalo Wild Wings walking our way. I tried to remember whether I saw her belly the last time. She looked about five or six months pregnant.
The weed was definitely fucking with me. “Oh, I guess you think you got something, huh? Fucking with my nigga. Did he tell you I was pregnant?”
Shauna frowned up her face, looking from the girl’s feet up to her head, squinting. “Who are you again?”
The girl rubbed her belly.
“I’m Monica, C.J.’s baby-mama.” I hated when bitches referred to themselves as “baby-mama” what kind of woman said shit like that? I mean, the least they could do was say “baby’s mother” and have a little bit of class about themselves. I knew from the way she was wearing those distressed leggings and tube-top, she was ghetto; never mind the fact that she was smoking when I saw her earlier. Now she was pregnant at the club. In my hood we called females like that, trash.
“You say that’s Carter’s baby. From the way you’re dressed, I’ll say any nigga in here making minimum wage could be the daddy.” Monica looked like somebody had slapped her across the face.
“What did you call him?” She asked as I saw Carter and Kenyon walking back to the table.
“I said Car-ter, bitch. Can you hear? When
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