Status Updates From Don't Come Looking For Love...

“Ugh, I’m tired of being with Tabor! That baby mother of his makes me sick!” she said then grabbed the bottle of wine. “We need to get rid of her. Tabor is sitting on money, trust me. I can sense when niggas are rolling in dough. I don’t know what him and Raymond do, but, trust me, those two are on the top of the food chain,” I schooled them.
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Y’all just stand there for a minute,” I said then stormed off. I hit the alarm on Raymond’s truck then got in. I started it up then pulled up next to them. Kwali was smirking and Ray looked shocked. Melody was embarrassed. I honked the horn then I drove straight to the studio while Ray blew up my phone.

“Pushed him over? Pushed him over? This bitch is delusional, Ray. Do you hear your bitch talking? She thinks I pushed you over like I’m done with you,” I said to him. I went into my purse then pulled out some keys. “This key is to his house, this key is to his truck and the other key is to his car. Bitch, I’m letting him use you until he stops being mad at me,” I spat. I grabbed my things.

“I see. Y’all two want each other to be faithful without being in a relationship, but it doesn’t work that way. It sucks sometimes to be young and in love.” “You are going to be faithful without being in a relationship if you don’t hang that phone up. My dick over here about to burst and you talking to that nigga like you an expert. If you were an expert, you would be trying to keep your husband happy.

“Let me hide my purse now,” Tataliscious joked. “Hide it all you want to, hunty, because Miss Geraldine can steal that bag right in your face and you won’t see it. Don’t play with me, heathen. If the devil was on my back and if I was still on that crack, I would take that purse from you then sell it back, now can I get an amen?” my grandmother asked Tataliscious fell over laughing because of her rhyme.

Shia hurriedly put the rest of her clothes on and I slid my pants up. “We decent,” ...He looked at the both of us. “I should whip y’all asses with my belt! Shia, you tell the nigga to wear a condom the next time! I should shoot y’all asses for fucking on my couch! Only Tee-Tee and I can fuck on that couch!” Corey fussed. I ignored everything he said except for something about a condom.

“I almost killed y’all fucking asses! I thought someone broke into my crib. What are y’all doing fucking anyway?” he asked with his hands over his eyes. Shia hurriedly put the rest of her clothes on and I slid my pants up. “We decent,” I said then sat down on the couch. He looked at the both of us. “I should whip y’all asses with my belt! Shia, you tell the nigga to wear a condom the next time!

“I can’t! Look at Shia! She is shapely already! She has breasts, hips and ass, now her period? Shia is about to become someone’s Trap Queen. Shia is going to be in trap-houses doing the flick of the wrist dance with a boy with one eye. Then she’s going to get pregnant! Jesus, take me now! Please, take me! I can’t live! Tell Harry I didn’t mean to get that abortion. I was drunk off that nottie head...