better yet, I think I may drive pass the new house Jasmine and that nigga living in and shit, like her living in the far suburbs is going to keep her out of my fucking grasp.
Yeah, I think that is a better deal other than go home and have a beer. Guess I will roll through her neighborhood in a black on black 1969 Mach 1 Mustang Fastback. My love for older model mustangs, has always had my attention. Ever since I was a kid. My father taught me that having the original is better than anything that they are remaking on the market today. Older model cars was built for speed and looks, and the body is phenomenal. While all my friends got the new 2014 stuff out, I will always role around in an old mustang. It’s what I love. In fact, I call my mustang… Jasmine.
“Gary, lock up tonight. It is slow as fuck and I got shit to do. I will catch you later, maybe the weekend.” Gary is a cool cat. Got down on his luck, and needed a job in the worst way. My dad always told me “never turn a person away based on their past” everyone has one. “Let their actions now speak for them” and that’s what I did. When he came to me a year ago, he had no experience in the car business, but I taught him what he needed to know, to be successful. I wouldn’t trade him for no one in the world, he is hard working and dependable.
He is a young twenty-six, but he let the drug game suck him in like so many of our youth. He made up his mind, that he was tired of going to jail, and sick and tired of the fucking police harassing him. I was proud to see him leave that street shit alone. “No problem boss, you know I will hold shit down here for you. Go do your thing, and I will see you when you pop back in.” I was half way out the damn door before he even finished his damn sentence, but I heard enough. I knew he was saying his same line, every time I say I am gone for the day. Opening the car door to my baby, I knew I was looking good; high top black red bottoms, True Religion black jeans, with black shirt, displaying a TR in the upper left part of the shirt. Smelling good like a motherfucker; Ferragamo Cologne. Shit! It is a panty wetter for sure. Revering up the engine, and screeching away from the curb; letting Drake bounce around the inside of the car, heading in the direction of her new home, with this clown ass nigga shit looking around the suburban neighborhood. She has always done well for herself and this is no different. Shit! Thank goodness Chanta’ had the address, so I can find this place. Thank goodness for the GPS. Hitting the block that she now resides on, rolling slowly until I hear the GPS say “I have made it to my destination on the right”. Wow! Baby girl live in the big house now; big ass yard, big ass front porch. Shit! I see red and yellow balls on the lawn, two big large window panes on the left and right side of the main door.
Looks like I saw someone walk across the room and the only woman in the house, or should be in the house is my baby Jasmine. Shit! If they don’t want no one peeking through their damn windows, they gonna need some curtains. Cause I am watching her go back and forth with a little child. Wow! She looks amazing. She wearing what appears to be a yellow sun dress, and her hair pulled back. Damn! Her ass is sitting up just right. Damn! She picking up that baby as if she gave birth to it her damn self. Bouncing her on her hip, looking dead at my car. Good thing my windows are tinted. She can’t see a damn thing, but I can see all of her.
Walking away from the window, I see the front door open slowly; just watching me as I watch her, dick jumped hard as fuck, as soon as I saw her fucking face. I swear, I want to just jump the fuck out, and grab her tight as fuck. Damn! I am in love with her ass. She starting to look nervous. That’s when I roll slowly pass her house, watching her in my rearview going back in the house. Damn! I am super charged right now. Shit! I want to
Yeah, I think that is a better deal other than go home and have a beer. Guess I will roll through her neighborhood in a black on black 1969 Mach 1 Mustang Fastback. My love for older model mustangs, has always had my attention. Ever since I was a kid. My father taught me that having the original is better than anything that they are remaking on the market today. Older model cars was built for speed and looks, and the body is phenomenal. While all my friends got the new 2014 stuff out, I will always role around in an old mustang. It’s what I love. In fact, I call my mustang… Jasmine.
“Gary, lock up tonight. It is slow as fuck and I got shit to do. I will catch you later, maybe the weekend.” Gary is a cool cat. Got down on his luck, and needed a job in the worst way. My dad always told me “never turn a person away based on their past” everyone has one. “Let their actions now speak for them” and that’s what I did. When he came to me a year ago, he had no experience in the car business, but I taught him what he needed to know, to be successful. I wouldn’t trade him for no one in the world, he is hard working and dependable.
He is a young twenty-six, but he let the drug game suck him in like so many of our youth. He made up his mind, that he was tired of going to jail, and sick and tired of the fucking police harassing him. I was proud to see him leave that street shit alone. “No problem boss, you know I will hold shit down here for you. Go do your thing, and I will see you when you pop back in.” I was half way out the damn door before he even finished his damn sentence, but I heard enough. I knew he was saying his same line, every time I say I am gone for the day. Opening the car door to my baby, I knew I was looking good; high top black red bottoms, True Religion black jeans, with black shirt, displaying a TR in the upper left part of the shirt. Smelling good like a motherfucker; Ferragamo Cologne. Shit! It is a panty wetter for sure. Revering up the engine, and screeching away from the curb; letting Drake bounce around the inside of the car, heading in the direction of her new home, with this clown ass nigga shit looking around the suburban neighborhood. She has always done well for herself and this is no different. Shit! Thank goodness Chanta’ had the address, so I can find this place. Thank goodness for the GPS. Hitting the block that she now resides on, rolling slowly until I hear the GPS say “I have made it to my destination on the right”. Wow! Baby girl live in the big house now; big ass yard, big ass front porch. Shit! I see red and yellow balls on the lawn, two big large window panes on the left and right side of the main door.
Looks like I saw someone walk across the room and the only woman in the house, or should be in the house is my baby Jasmine. Shit! If they don’t want no one peeking through their damn windows, they gonna need some curtains. Cause I am watching her go back and forth with a little child. Wow! She looks amazing. She wearing what appears to be a yellow sun dress, and her hair pulled back. Damn! Her ass is sitting up just right. Damn! She picking up that baby as if she gave birth to it her damn self. Bouncing her on her hip, looking dead at my car. Good thing my windows are tinted. She can’t see a damn thing, but I can see all of her.
Walking away from the window, I see the front door open slowly; just watching me as I watch her, dick jumped hard as fuck, as soon as I saw her fucking face. I swear, I want to just jump the fuck out, and grab her tight as fuck. Damn! I am in love with her ass. She starting to look nervous. That’s when I roll slowly pass her house, watching her in my rearview going back in the house. Damn! I am super charged right now. Shit! I want to
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