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𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐨𝐧 {𝐕𝐨𝐧} 𝐃𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 | 𝟐𝟒
🕰️10:00 am🕰️
"Wassup foenem!" I yelled walking into the studio, holding the twins in they car seats.
"Look at Mr. Baby daddy." Durk joked, taking Remaree's car seat.
"Do Mari know they hea?" Booka asked, taking a pull from the blunt in his hands.
"Hell nah, she was on ma ass all like, 'who gone watch my kids, Dayvon' like me nigga. The hell." I shook my head, taking the twins out they car seats, letting them crawl on the floor after I made sure nothing breakable or harmful was on the floor.
"Shiid, you betta hope she'on beat yo ass, yknow she used ta fight niggas in highschool." Durk laughed.
"Hell nah, I wish she would. She fight niggas n I fight bitches, and I'm stronger than ha." I shook my head, scrolling on my phone.
"Hell no. Amari a momma now, that mom strength some else. I seen her touch a burning hot stove rack to tell if it was hot enough to start cooking."
"Nah remember that time she deadass dipped her fucking hand in boiling water before she started making rice?" Muwop reminded everybody making them agree.
"Yea she crazy as hell. If she can turn hot ass oven racks and boiling water, she a beat yo ass." Sosa said, taking a blunt from Durk.
"Everybody getting they own personal blunts now?" I looked around.
"Man ion even know, I'm just rolling shit. You can't smoke tho." Durk looked at me.
"Why not?" I jerked my head back.
"You got ya kids, dumbass nigga, shoulda called they punk ass daddy to come get em." He joked.
"Fuck that nigga. He used ta roll wit tookanem, he a whole bitch. Ion even know why Mari fucked wit his hoe ass."
"It's this thang called dick. It make bitches do crazy things." Muwop shook his head, blowing smoke out his mouth.
"Forreal." Booka agreed.
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