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looked our way and hesitated but the alcohol made him say: “What the hell. You only live once, gotdamn it.” Wes came back and handed ole girl a bankroll. “Hold this, Cubby.” A prime example of she know too much. She never bothered counting it.
    Ms. Big Mouth Degree stood up and straightened her skirt like she had some class to her ass. She walked like your average broad across the room. She whispered in the birthday boy’s ear and took him to the middle of the dance floor like they were some teenage sweethearts. Ain’t that sweet! They going to dance. Maybe the DJ will play a slow song. Awwwww!
    She started backing that ass on him. I said your average broad. She twirled around him like he was the stripper pole. He had two bottles in his hands with his eyes shut, bobbing one when he wasn’t drinking out of the other, not paying her no attention. She unbuttoned her shirt showing off her bra. Oh hell! Now she astripper. She got low with it and her skirt was hiked up. There went the class and all you saw was ass. She unbuckled his pants. Let me find out this made man is a stripper! He pulled out his dick and oh my goodness! This nigga wasn’t even circumcised. His dick had to be shy and hiding from us. Come out, come out wherever you are! That boy needed to be ashamed of himself. All that money he got and he still got all that skin from birth. I blame his mama, though. That would have been a good birthday gift. That’s money when you like, fuck it. She licked that dick. What? The loungers even stood up, including me. This undercover ho saw all these beds in the club and wanted everyone to see what went on in the bedroom. You got to be kidding me.
    She stuck that dick in her mouth like an Almond Joy candy bar; now you see it now you don’t. Everybody went wild. Bottles and glasses were in the air. Everybody wanted that nut. Even the DJ came out the woodwork for that nut playing “That Nasty Bitch” by Bust Down. He hit her character on point. He know her. It don’t take a degree to know that. She sucked it like she wanted that nut more. You definitely know that! He took one bottle and jacked it on her head and face just like nut. I didn’t know her name, but I wanted to know, “Who is that ho?”
    “Danessa,” Cubby answered.
    I throw rubber band stacks, keep rosé on deck

These niggaz seein’ my status, I’m getting exec respect

Nothing less ‘cause I’m the best invest in Mitchell ‘n’ Ness

Gimme CEO status for the street whose next

I contest any competitor but it’s by my rules

If Forbes came to the streets, I’ll be leaving these fools
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    In the studio, I ripped it with a point to prove. We had a hit on our hands. Every subject you could possibly think of rolled off our tongues outside the booth. Then Wes asked the question that was music to my ears: “How much you getting that work for?”
    With a straight poker face I said, “Twenty-two. Why? What’s up?” It’s my birthday!
    I was told I didn’t need any money down. My down payment was my word. Not only was Wes connected but he ran deep. Who would think of crossing him? Him is them. Them is him.
    My adrenaline pumped like I was going to jump out of my skin. You would think I just hit some dope, and I mean dope literally this time. I imagined what the streets were gonna say about me, saying aloud, “Man, we can’t keep work the way that bitch running through it … Is that the bitch that be rapping like she moving that weight? … That’s real.”
    “Man, I ain’t never met a bitch like that … They don’t make ‘em like that. She one of us. What part don’t you understand? … I wish I had a bitch like that. You can’t tell me nothing.”
    As I rode down Broad Street solo with no regards to the law, I felt the same way; you can’t tell me nothing.
    I felt like the Feds had created a monster. I was on a straight mission. Shit don’t stop.
    Pitching a bitch and living life in these streets

Mad at the world ‘cause certain