Maria

“Bag is short for Whore Bag since it’s obvious that you’re ready to do something strange for a little bit of change at any given time. Your name is Nestle, right? The way you’re carrying on, I know that coochie crunchy looking just like a Nestle bar too.”
― Nek Mills, Cuffed by a Certified Maniac

“Yeah, I’m over that nigga to the point that I already have my hair appointment scheduled and a bad ass Prada dress to rock at his fuckin’ funeral. Fuck that nigga, disrespectfully.”
― Nek Mills, Cuffed by a Certified Maniac

“Jaseon, if you don’t get this ‘I Got The Bike, Holiday’ looking ass bitch away from me, she’s going to be laid up beside that nigga that I know for sure is dead in the back. Let’s fuckin’ go so we can go get my baby checked out. She’s burning up.”
― Nek Mills, Cuffed by a Certified Maniac

“Bebe, what is your pussy made of?” I asked as I mugged her through my rearview mirror. “How in the fuck did you almost pull a nut out of me, and all I did was stick the head in? I don’t know what you think this is, but you’re not going back home to that nigga. I will buy you all new clothes and shit. Nah, you ain’t going back. You’re mine now, shorty. We go together real bad,” I reiterated, shaking my head.”
― Nek Mills, Cuffed by a Certified Maniac