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she replied. I chuckled, “that might be true...” I hummed, “but the music, the emotion, the vibe and the message is different.” I could identify white rapper from Eminem, to NF, Machine Gun Kelly, G-eazy to Zero.that didn’t mean I didn’t have mad love for my kind. Play me a little lil-wayne, Meek Mill or Drake anyway day. “Still doesn’t change the fact that you’re a lazy bone,” she whistled and I chuckled, shaking my head.I slipped into my shoes and took the liberty to straighten my hair as my Aunt talked on and on about her hot boss, she was a real estate agent.

You are the real heroes. Kansamida [thanks ;) ] Soundtrack: Sweatpants by lauv. Try listening to it, I recommend it. The melody is fireee.

Nero's face lit up with a triumphant grin as he continued to hurl insults at Rett. With a roll of his eyes, the Beta expressed his annoyance. Rett grumbled under his breath, "I can't believe we ended up being friends." With a sly grin, Nero looked on. "I am sincere, idiot. Now, let us return to our predicament," he said, his voice low and serious. Nero's countenance turned grave, and Rett mirrored his demeanour. Amidst the jubilation of Rett's announcement, it was imperative that their underlying issue be addressed with the utmost priority.

Having nothing better to do. It's early Saturday afternoon and yeah so what if I wanted to drown my feels abit ? "They holler at me but it's you. You, this ain't high school. Me and my crew, we can slide through, give it to you whenever you want. Whip it whenever you want" Roxy and Lexi scream at the top of their lungs as we sing loudly to Niki Minaj blasting through the surround sound system. Shaking our ass, dancing like strippers. "Baby, it's yours! Anywhere, everywhere. Baby it's your world, ain't it? (Alright). Baby it's your w-"

Lil Nas X ft Miley Cyrus- Am I dreaming? ~ "Hey," Alex felt a hand reach out for hers. Lighter than hers, but not... White, and when she looked at who it was, the face... Was all blurry, scratchy. The person laughed now. "Always so serious, A. Try relaxing sometimes,"

There were several groups there, Guy Barnham, Nathan Lowe and Shaun Bascall glared at him as they passed around a joint. “Don’t f-k with me,” Rhett said to them. “I’m not in the mood.” “F-k off Salem,” Shaun replied angrily. “Not so brave without your buddies to back you up, are you?” “I could still take you, but I’d hate for you to have to ask Santa for your two front teeth for Christmas for a second time,” Rhett sneered. “But, sure, if you insist, come and try me, Bascall.” He gestured come here with his fingers.

It never got old and the words, although gibberish as they sound, were the perfect picture of how it was exactly to celebrate a birthday with style. As I reached downstairs, I went full on ghetto doing the 'yo! yo!' hand and body gestures. "We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday. And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday!" 50 cent should be so proud of me. Hell, we should do a record together. I got the moves, my rapping was flawless and believe me, I was made for fame. While I was so into my gangster mantra, I hadn't noticed someone launched themselves at me like a freaking stampede of rhinos, causing me to tilt to the ground similar to a domino when tipped over and fi

🎵Get up, get up Kiddominant on the beat, better run it back Fuckin' Robitussin I don't know why this shit got me lazy right now, yeah Can't do Percocets or Molly I'm turnin' one, tryna live it up here right, right, right🎵 🎵Baby, you can Ride it, ooh, yeah Bring it over to my place And you be like "Baby, who cares?" But I know you care Bring it over to my place You don't know what you did, did to me Your body language speaks to me I don't know what you did, did to me Your body language speaks to me🎵 🎵I can make it hurricane on it Hunnid bands, make it rain on it Tie it up, put a chain on it

I clicked the unmute button. A slow, hypnotic beat pulsed from the speaker, and I started swaying with it, falling into the rhythm. My body remembered even if my mind was nervous. It was like riding a bike. Well, if the bike was wearing silk and making strangers drool in the chat. KendrickKamar: did y’all SEE THAT SPIN VelvetKinkQueen: she’s feeding us tonight 😩 WolfBoi101: best comeback since Saylor Twift PoundApus: I can smell her through the screen. Send help.

I smiled, “Perfect.” After a particularly steamy shower, I get dressed and walk downstairs to start breakfast. I am chopping tomatoes, onions and bell peppers for western omelets when Luke joins me, “What can I do to help?” I smile, “You can shred some potatoes for hash browns if you want to?” He smiled, “I would be happy to do that.” We are working on the veggies when I grab my phone and turn on my cooking playlist. It’s reggaeton, so I start shaking my ass while I’m dancing in one spot. I see Luke’s eyes glaze over and I know he is mind linking someone. When he’s done, he asks, “Who is this and what kind of music is this?” I reply, “This is currently No Se Da Cuenta by Ozuna with Daddy Yan