That was a nasty bitch.
I seen that hoe in the club a few years later and she thought i was my cousin because they say that we look alike. She was tryna fuck, i passed on that
Wow
Just burning mofos out here
YOU Ever Been At a CHICKS Crib Trying to Hit & 1 of Her old boyfriends POPS UP,,
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Just burning mofos out here
Crazy stories,I'm just glad that no one was killed
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Reading some of these stories....some of you nigga are/were just foul. And I say foul because a lot of these stories aint from yall "teenager/young knucklehead" year. Most of your were grown Men who knew the Women were married or in relationships...yet yall still willingly put yourselves in fuck up situations FOR SOME PUSSY.
Theres those that plan properly.....then theres those that are just thirsty.
Yall should be thankful yall thirstyness didnt get yall fucked up.
Theres those that plan properly.....then theres those that are just thirsty.
Yall should be thankful yall thirstyness didnt get yall fucked up.
Yes.
So me and this older chick were talkin for about 3-4 months, I was 29, she was 38. Fine, cute, long hair, and funny as hell.
Anyway, I was always over her house, spending the night/weekend. One weekend after being out all day, we get in late about 11:30pm and she's getting undressed and doing shit in her walk-in closet. I'm kicked up in the bed flippin channels, and her phone rings, it's right next to me on her night stand. I see a name "Reggie" and don't think nothin of it and answer it.
Me: Hello?
?reggie?: ....[nothin]
Me: Hello?!
Reggie: Hello? May I speak to Kee?
Me: Yea, hold on..
"Kee, telephone. Telephone.."
She slowly peeks her head out the closet door with a look on her face like a deer in the headlights. She asks, "Did you just answer my phone?"
Me: Yea, it's ... *looks at phone* Reggie. *then I turn the phone in her direction and hold it up in the air like I'm showing her the display & she can read it from way across the room*
She slowly walks toward me while I'm in the bed. I'm handing her the phone and she hesitate to get it. She stood right there while she talked..
This is how that convo went.. I don't know what he was saying on the phone
Her: Hello?
Her: Haay..
Her: ..... don't worr' bout it. Nawl, that's ok.. don't worr' bout it.
Her: Lemme call you back
Her: That's ok...... Huh? Nawl, that's ok.
Her: Lemme call you back. Nawl, don't do that.
She mighta said "Lemme call you back" 'bout 7 times, and her body language was real suspect, like timid. And it wasn't in her personality to have a lack of confidence, this is a chick that's prolly been the finest in the room more times than not, she been fine & pretty her whole life.
She got off the phone and I knew she was finna try to get in my ass about answering her phone. She did.. She lit into me, but something was a little off about this one. She didn't have the same amount of conviction behind her words. I just simply said, "I ain't think nothin of it. You was in the closet, I ain't want you to miss the call, it was ringing for a few. It mighta been somebody important at almost 12."
Her: But I'on answer your phone.. I'on go through your phone (she had, tho. In front of me)
We keep talkin' for about 15-20 minutes and I hear a car outside & her phone start ringing again. She lived in a quiet townhome subdivision. Being sarcastic, I say "Who is that? That's him pullin up?"
Her head & facial expression kinda dropped, and she said in a matter of fact way, "Yea, prolly."
I'm like
"you bullshittin!?" I turn around and peek out the blinds. It's a nigga in a red IS300 Lexus standing with his door open & his phone to his ear. He looked to be in his 40's.
I turn to her and start goin' in!
Me: WHO IS THIS NIGGA?! KEE?! WHO IS THIS NIGGA?
Me: Who is this nigga to you?
Her: His name Reggie.
Me: Who is Reggie DOE?!
Her: That's who I told you about...
Me: WHEN?! What you told me?!
Her: That's who I was talkin about when I told you about my ex..
Me:
*had a mental flashback tryin to remember wtf she was talmbout and what all she had told me*
Me: You told me his name? I'on remember you tellin me 'bout nobody name, I just remember you tellin me ABOUT AN EX.
Her: He the one that I broke up w/ and he wanted to still be w/ me. He wanted to still be friends.
This whole time her phone blowing up, but she had it in her hand and was hitting a button when it vibrated, before the sound started. I peeped it and said I was finna go outside. I was thinking, "For some reason this nigga feel entitled to something". I put some pants on & headed downstairs. I ain't have no pistol, but I was just gon' open the door & let him in... talk. She ain't want me to go.. So she answered the phone...
Her: Why are you outside? Please go home. Nawl, it's ok. Just go home
Her: Nawl, don't do that.
We on the stairs and she between me and the door, not letting pass. She on the phone talking to him outside, I can hear him outside but I can't make out what he was saying. She got off the phone. She was shook.
I ask her, "Who is this nigga to you? What you got him doing for you? Why he feel like he can come over here at midnight?"
She sat down on the stairs with her phone in her hands and hung her head. She shook her head & said, "It's all my fault"
Her: He still come around sometime. He know I keep the kids (her only son had 2 kids) on Thursday. He was the one that brought them something to eat.
Me: The chicken in the fridge you tried to give me? To keep from having to cook for me?
Her: *Nods sheepishly* He wanted to see the kids.
Me: Kee, what you keeping this nigga around for? What do he do for you? You gettin' him to pay a bill or something?
Her: *shakes her head* Nawl.
Me: Then what you keeping this nigga around for?!
Her: *shrugs* I'onno ... I thought he just wanted to be friends
Me:
Her phone was still vibrating every few seconds. While we was talkin on the stairs I guess he pulled off. She got up looked out the window and ran outside & got her spare key from up under a rock.
I stayed the night and left in the morning. I stopped messing w/ her for about a week. She was apologetic. She wanted me back, but that shit was messy as fuck and she knew it.
I eventually start back fucking w/ her and she told me what all he was saying to her on the phone that night. She said he was threatening both us, telling her that he knew where she kept her spare key, all kinda crazy shit that she knew I woulda went smooth off about.
I still don't think she was fucking him, but I got in that ass like she was a young chick about having this nigga still thinking he got some claim to her just because she wanted to keep her options open, a backup plan. She was using him as security just in case her & I didn't work out, and he was doin' lil shit just be able to come around (i.e. see the kids, bring 'em food, give her son money, etc.) Manipulative shit.
Shit didn't last 6 months... I ain't gon lie, she played me. Even if she didn't fuck him. She played me because I was taking her more serious than she was taking me.
So me and this older chick were talkin for about 3-4 months, I was 29, she was 38. Fine, cute, long hair, and funny as hell.
Anyway, I was always over her house, spending the night/weekend. One weekend after being out all day, we get in late about 11:30pm and she's getting undressed and doing shit in her walk-in closet. I'm kicked up in the bed flippin channels, and her phone rings, it's right next to me on her night stand. I see a name "Reggie" and don't think nothin of it and answer it.
Me: Hello?
?reggie?: ....[nothin]
Me: Hello?!
Reggie: Hello? May I speak to Kee?
Me: Yea, hold on..
"Kee, telephone. Telephone.."
She slowly peeks her head out the closet door with a look on her face like a deer in the headlights. She asks, "Did you just answer my phone?"
Me: Yea, it's ... *looks at phone* Reggie. *then I turn the phone in her direction and hold it up in the air like I'm showing her the display & she can read it from way across the room*
She slowly walks toward me while I'm in the bed. I'm handing her the phone and she hesitate to get it. She stood right there while she talked..
This is how that convo went.. I don't know what he was saying on the phone
Her: Hello?
Her: Haay..
Her: ..... don't worr' bout it. Nawl, that's ok.. don't worr' bout it.
Her: Lemme call you back
Her: That's ok...... Huh? Nawl, that's ok.
Her: Lemme call you back. Nawl, don't do that.
She mighta said "Lemme call you back" 'bout 7 times, and her body language was real suspect, like timid. And it wasn't in her personality to have a lack of confidence, this is a chick that's prolly been the finest in the room more times than not, she been fine & pretty her whole life.
She got off the phone and I knew she was finna try to get in my ass about answering her phone. She did.. She lit into me, but something was a little off about this one. She didn't have the same amount of conviction behind her words. I just simply said, "I ain't think nothin of it. You was in the closet, I ain't want you to miss the call, it was ringing for a few. It mighta been somebody important at almost 12."
Her: But I'on answer your phone.. I'on go through your phone (she had, tho. In front of me)
We keep talkin' for about 15-20 minutes and I hear a car outside & her phone start ringing again. She lived in a quiet townhome subdivision. Being sarcastic, I say "Who is that? That's him pullin up?"
Her head & facial expression kinda dropped, and she said in a matter of fact way, "Yea, prolly."
I'm like
"you bullshittin!?" I turn around and peek out the blinds. It's a nigga in a red IS300 Lexus standing with his door open & his phone to his ear. He looked to be in his 40's.I turn to her and start goin' in!
Me: WHO IS THIS NIGGA?! KEE?! WHO IS THIS NIGGA?
Me: Who is this nigga to you?
Her: His name Reggie.
Me: Who is Reggie DOE?!
Her: That's who I told you about...
Me: WHEN?!
What you told me?!Her: That's who I was talkin about when I told you about my ex..
Me:
*had a mental flashback tryin to remember wtf she was talmbout and what all she had told me* Me: You told me his name? I'on remember you tellin me 'bout nobody name, I just remember you tellin me ABOUT AN EX.
Her: He the one that I broke up w/ and he wanted to still be w/ me. He wanted to still be friends.
This whole time her phone blowing up, but she had it in her hand and was hitting a button when it vibrated, before the sound started. I peeped it and said I was finna go outside. I was thinking, "For some reason this nigga feel entitled to something". I put some pants on & headed downstairs. I ain't have no pistol, but I was just gon' open the door & let him in... talk. She ain't want me to go.. So she answered the phone...
Her: Why are you outside? Please go home. Nawl, it's ok. Just go home
Her: Nawl, don't do that.
We on the stairs and she between me and the door, not letting pass. She on the phone talking to him outside, I can hear him outside but I can't make out what he was saying. She got off the phone. She was shook.
I ask her, "Who is this nigga to you? What you got him doing for you? Why he feel like he can come over here at midnight?"
She sat down on the stairs with her phone in her hands and hung her head. She shook her head & said, "It's all my fault"
Her: He still come around sometime. He know I keep the kids (her only son had 2 kids) on Thursday. He was the one that brought them something to eat.
Me: The chicken in the fridge you tried to give me? To keep from having to cook for me?
Her: *Nods sheepishly* He wanted to see the kids.
Me: Kee, what you keeping this nigga around for? What do he do for you? You gettin' him to pay a bill or something?
Her: *shakes her head* Nawl.
Me: Then what you keeping this nigga around for?!
Her: *shrugs* I'onno ... I thought he just wanted to be friends
Me:
Her phone was still vibrating every few seconds. While we was talkin on the stairs I guess he pulled off. She got up looked out the window and ran outside & got her spare key from up under a rock.
I stayed the night and left in the morning. I stopped messing w/ her for about a week. She was apologetic. She wanted me back, but that shit was messy as fuck and she knew it.
I eventually start back fucking w/ her and she told me what all he was saying to her on the phone that night. She said he was threatening both us, telling her that he knew where she kept her spare key, all kinda crazy shit that she knew I woulda went smooth off about.
I still don't think she was fucking him, but I got in that ass like she was a young chick about having this nigga still thinking he got some claim to her just because she wanted to keep her options open, a backup plan. She was using him as security just in case her & I didn't work out, and he was doin' lil shit just be able to come around (i.e. see the kids, bring 'em food, give her son money, etc.) Manipulative shit.
Shit didn't last 6 months... I ain't gon lie, she played me. Even if she didn't fuck him. She played me because I was taking her more serious than she was taking me.
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I'm doing it all wrong, then.
But what's the alternative, tho? You definitely don't want every bitch over your house, and hotels add up.
If you 1-nighting a chick every week... she gets expensive. And even if you ain't 1-nighting her, when you first meet the chick you don't know what she on
Yep. Broad said she lived with her brother. Fortunately, dude wasn't hostile. And I out sized him. Dusted and Disgusted.
This except we was even but dude wasn't hostile either just kept hitting me with yea you know we finna get back together man. I was like this hood rat bitch ain't worth it or fine enough and I bounced, told her lose my number. Pussy wasn't worth shit anyway.
Yes.
So me and this older chick were talkin for about 3-4 months, I was 29, she was 38. Fine, cute, long hair, and funny as hell.
Anyway, I was always over her house, spending the night/weekend. One weekend after being out all day, we get in late about 11:30pm and she's getting undressed and doing shit in her walk-in closet. I'm kicked up in the bed flippin channels, and her phone rings, it's right next to me on her night stand. I see a name "Reggie" and don't think nothin of it and answer it.
Me: Hello?
?reggie?: ....[nothin]
Me: Hello?!
Reggie: Hello? May I speak to Kee?
Me: Yea, hold on..
"Kee, telephone. Telephone.."
She slowly peeks her head out the closet door with a look on her face like a deer in the headlights. She asks, "Did you just answer my phone?"
Me: Yea, it's ... *looks at phone* Reggie. *then I turn the phone in her direction and hold it up in the air like I'm showing her the display & she can read it from way across the room*
She slowly walks toward me while I'm in the bed. I'm handing her the phone and she hesitate to get it. She stood right there while she talked..
This is how that convo went.. I don't know what he was saying on the phone
Her: Hello?
Her: Haay..
Her: ..... don't worr' bout it. Nawl, that's ok.. don't worr' bout it.
Her: Lemme call you back
Her: That's ok...... Huh? Nawl, that's ok.
Her: Lemme call you back. Nawl, don't do that.
She mighta said "Lemme call you back" 'bout 7 times, and her body language was real suspect, like timid. And it wasn't in her personality to have a lack of confidence, this is a chick that's prolly been the finest in the room more times than not, she been fine & pretty her whole life.
She got off the phone and I knew she was finna try to get in my ass about answering her phone. She did.. She lit into me, but something was a little off about this one. She didn't have the same amount of conviction behind her words. I just simply said, "I ain't think nothin of it. You was in the closet, I ain't want you to miss the call, it was ringing for a few. It mighta been somebody important at almost 12."
Her: But I'on answer your phone.. I'on go through your phone (she had, tho. In front of me)
We keep talkin' for about 15-20 minutes and I hear a car outside & her phone start ringing again. She lived in a quiet townhome subdivision. Being sarcastic, I say "Who is that? That's him pullin up?"
Her head & facial expression kinda dropped, and she said in a matter of fact way, "Yea, prolly."
I'm like
I turn to her and start goin' in!
Me: WHO IS THIS NIGGA?! KEE?! WHO IS THIS NIGGA?
Me: Who is this nigga to you?
Her: His name Reggie.
Me: Who is Reggie DOE?!
Her: That's who I told you about...
Me: WHEN?!
Her: That's who I was talkin about when I told you about my ex..
Me:
Me: You told me his name? I'on remember you tellin me 'bout nobody name, I just remember you tellin me ABOUT AN EX.
Her: He the one that I broke up w/ and he wanted to still be w/ me. He wanted to still be friends.
This whole time her phone blowing up, but she had it in her hand and was hitting a button when it vibrated, before the sound started. I peeped it and said I was finna go outside. I was thinking, "For some reason this nigga
Shit didn't last 6 months... I ain't gon lie, she played me. Even if she didn't fuck him. She played me because I was taking her more serious than she was taking me.
Never your pussy....shit was long by the way
D hustle ole sucka for luv ass nukka. You caught feelings for that broad
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That's exactly how I felt, too.But we wasn't just fucking, we was talking. I met her son, his kids, her brothers, the whole family. We went to church together & shit.
Even her son told me, "You got her, D. You got her! She happy."
Who adult son gon tell somebody that if they don't already see you taking mama serious.
Oh well
Dis ninja! #SALUTE & #APPLAUSE
[emoji38] I'm yelling over here! [emoji38]Sup Famalama
When I was looking like Al B Sure 20 years ago I was a foul ass nigga. I was fucking this cop's wife but the husband was suppose to be doing a double. This muva was 6'11, had me falling in the pussy. All of a sudden I heard his truck pull up the gravel driveway and I saw her face like
My heart hopped in my ass!! The only thing I could do was hide under his king size bed. Dude comes in fuckin beefing askin whose car is in the drive way. She stuttering not making sense trying to tell him she didn't know whose car it was. My stomach starting hurting because I had squeezed under the bed in a bad angle. I knew dude was going to find me, it was only a matter of time. He checked the closet then went to leave the room and that's when I farted and kept farting
He dragged me from under the bed and pistol whipped me till I lost consciousness. I woke up in the hospital. My pants were in the soiled bin. I never saw that bitch again. My brother who I don't speak to anymore was in the corner with Moms like [emoji38]
Part of me wants to believe that this is just trolling, but another part wants to believe it's true & serves you right for being such a horrible troll!
Man, miss me with the bullshit. You ain't finna 2one3 me!
I felt like it
Nicca i was just asking a question!
Be mad at ol girl and reggie
In college I was messing around with this chick..medium brown, huge tities, no ass. She was a nympho; she would get seriously angry if you didn't come over to fuck her in between your classes. She would always say " see, you bullshittin".
Anyway she lived in an apartment alone. Her boyfriend lived in Chicago but paid for it. He would always visit campus because of her and to attend functions for his frat. He was also 30, 11 years older than her.
One night I am at her place after a party. After fucking, I hear a knock on the door. I'm like oh shit here we go. I get dressed quickly and analyze the room... considered going out her window but was like fuck that. He was short and stocky but i was in very good shape and figured I can handle it.
She comes back in the room and says, "your boy is here". I'm like, "huh"?
It was then i realized that me and my good friend were both fucking the same chick. We gave each other dap as he went in and i left..
Her man did find out about me and approached me at the rec/gym while I was playing ball.. he told me if her hears more about me and his girl "me and him would have problems". Dumbass didn't realize his woman was a ho.
Anyway she lived in an apartment alone. Her boyfriend lived in Chicago but paid for it. He would always visit campus because of her and to attend functions for his frat. He was also 30, 11 years older than her.
One night I am at her place after a party. After fucking, I hear a knock on the door. I'm like oh shit here we go. I get dressed quickly and analyze the room... considered going out her window but was like fuck that. He was short and stocky but i was in very good shape and figured I can handle it.
She comes back in the room and says, "your boy is here". I'm like, "huh"?
It was then i realized that me and my good friend were both fucking the same chick. We gave each other dap as he went in and i left..
Her man did find out about me and approached me at the rec/gym while I was playing ball.. he told me if her hears more about me and his girl "me and him would have problems". Dumbass didn't realize his woman was a ho.
Shit...I was fucking a chick and her man came home. First let me give you a little back story. Shorty been with her man since high school. We all went to school together. I've been trying to beat since high school. Sexy Trini Indian chick. 12 years after high school I find out she lives literally around the block from me and is married to homebody. She tells me that their marriage is failed long ago and they were living with each other to raise their daughter. But he recently moved out but they were still legally married. Honestly at the time I ain't care about the details I just wanted to beat.
Now back to the story. So I'may fucking Shorty and all of a sudden I hear somebody knocking on her bedroom door and this nigga like I know you don't got a nigga in there with you and I just moved out. Meanwhile I got the oh shit look on my face. At this point I'm looking around the room to see what I could use as a weapon. This nigga keep knocking the door, calling her phone. She telling the Nigga he gotta leave he like he ain't going because he pays the rent. This went back and forth for more than 2 hours. Finally I'm like fuck it. I'm leaving. When I open the door this nigga was sitting in the hallway smoking a splif. This nigga brought groceries for her and everything on some good guy shit. Once this nigga saw it was me he was like "this nigga, you fucking this nigga" homey started crying and shit. Meanwhile I had a bottle in my hand because I thought I would have to defend myself. He ain't even try to fight just kept crying. I felt like total shit that day. Shorty had me thinking I was going to catch a case. Told her I could not fuck with her again after that.
Now back to the story. So I'may fucking Shorty and all of a sudden I hear somebody knocking on her bedroom door and this nigga like I know you don't got a nigga in there with you and I just moved out. Meanwhile I got the oh shit look on my face. At this point I'm looking around the room to see what I could use as a weapon. This nigga keep knocking the door, calling her phone. She telling the Nigga he gotta leave he like he ain't going because he pays the rent. This went back and forth for more than 2 hours. Finally I'm like fuck it. I'm leaving. When I open the door this nigga was sitting in the hallway smoking a splif. This nigga brought groceries for her and everything on some good guy shit. Once this nigga saw it was me he was like "this nigga, you fucking this nigga" homey started crying and shit. Meanwhile I had a bottle in my hand because I thought I would have to defend myself. He ain't even try to fight just kept crying. I felt like total shit that day. Shorty had me thinking I was going to catch a case. Told her I could not fuck with her again after that.
Wait a minute...this nigga sat in the hall of his own home for two hours while you were holed up in his old bedroom with his bitch? He couldn't break open a residential bedroom door?
Wait a minute...this nigga sat in the hall of his own home for two hours while you were holed up in his old bedroom with his bitch? He couldn't break open a residential bedroom door?
He sure the fuck did
if he was a break down the door type of person it would have resulted in a fight for sure. He wasn't looking for a fight he was looking for love
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Wait a minute...this nigga sat in the hall of his own home for two hours while you were holed up in his old bedroom with his bitch? He couldn't break open a residential bedroom door?
He sure the fuck did
wow I read this thinking he was in the hallway of the apartment building waiting for you to come out the apartment...not waiting in the hall right outside the bedroom door...wow!
peace
My older cuzzo from up out of Laurelton from back in the SparkyD/TommyMontana days ( who was on that album & knew kat) was in a situation like that;
bagged @ the club then went over to her crib to smash somewhere in NowJustice; next day, when the banging came @ the door, when duke came in, he was a little, loud nigga; according to him, he lit up a cigarette & made the lil nigga drive him to the train station drama free on some G shit.
I've done a bunch of grimey shit but was never into that whole Wild West showdown shit for some trying to hit pussy but I have played the blurred lines of fucking a handful of chicks for yrs like I was their man but they actually weren't my girl;
got frat from U Fl who said he'd always go into jumpoff's cribs with the burner on him left under the pillow, mid 90s style;
The only time it got funny was late 90s when I was rocking the fake frames & this bird told me that I looked like MasterP Connecticut hood bitches
Got the digits & slid through the crib one late night;
while burning something & trying to see where her head was @, she gets a phonecall on how her 'man' which I never asked nor knew she had was popping by;
on his way over, she tried to flip it on me by saying it was my fault since I wasn't clear of what I wanted from her from the gate & when kat slid through, she let him know that I was her cousin;
her grimey ass was on edge since that (like he was gonna come back again),
he ain't give much of a fuck beyond being able to decide when he could come & go, probably off to fuck another chick & I was like fuck all of this dopey shit; more than likely, kat was on some d boy shit, fucking mad lil hoes all over the place, bringing whatever home & putting that bird through it; fuck all that stupid shit.
Once a bitch I was fucking long distance from the Bx let her man pick up the phone when I was calling her but I didn't know she had a man, nor cared & deaded that shit from there.
Another grimey jumpoff I was fucking later on got a man who wanted to police this literal ho, so he'd check her text & one time was right there when I was talking with her but the meat of our convos was her calling late night like "What's good?"
Bitch, u already know what's good, where do I snatch u up?
Used to fuck her @ cemeteries, parking lots & she would be in the passenger side of the whip, panties by her ankles, chilling, giving less than 0 fucks; chick blessed the mic for abt a half hr one time too, always talking abt how she never got fucked like this....
My man was also hitting that shit & she made some shit up like he told her man abt the fucking so neither of us could fuck anymore. Whatever....
Chick had a bunch of kids that I was never trying to meet nor see, was on some hoodrat shit who actually bagged me when I wasn't paying attn with some footsie shit under the spades game table like she knew me. Jersey bumbitchshit
Oh yeah, let this ex Navy bird/ex stripper who looked a lil like & worked with a chick I was dealing with for a few caught some vapors & bagged me when she moved into my bldg @ the time; short story shorter, chick lived down the hall from me, brought the 100ft phone cord down the hall into my spot;
I don't even recall kicking game to her.
All I know is that she tried to raw me the first time fucking..
Hold on lil ho, chill!
FastFwd a few months later after I tuned shit down a touch (chick was cooking meals, wife style after work, giving me the keys, banging on the door whilst pussy was there {one Bkln chick jumped up & hid behind the door & another SI chick, who was married wanted to answer the door} all types of shit) when I found out that she wanted me on some StepPops to her kid shit who didnt even live with her.
Im beasting chick from the back one late night but the chick also gave some small time crack niggas her keys too which I didnt realize until I saw duke out of the corner of my eye creep out of the bedroom while Im in mid stroke, thinking he was coming home to wifey but they knew abt me through her so there wasnt any problems.
Chick wasn't dumb nor ghetto but became so fucking with that grimey late 90s Conn shit.
If I knew what I knew now, would have pimped that chick for some ends b4 she turned herself out on some other shit.
I got another one. When I was young and real reckless I smashed this chick in her house that I worked with at a job a had in the summer. The chick lived with her baby daddy, but she said that they broke up and she put him out. So one night a came over and smashed. Baby daddy showed up and started knocking on the door. took the chick a minute to open. By that time her baby daddy went and sat on the hood of the car, when she opened the door I walked out and he was walking up the hallway looking at me, I'm 6'2 and was in tip top shaped cause I was on a football scholarship playing OLB. Dude was about 5'7, he looked at me then walked to the door. I got in my ride then drove off(I went and smashed another chick that same night after she got out the club
I seen chick at work and asked her what happened after I left. She said her baby daddy kicked the door off the hinges, walked in the apartment then just left.
My older cuzzo from up out of Laurelton from back in the SparkyD/TommyMontana days ( who was on that album & knew kat) was in a situation like that;
bagged @ the club then went over to her crib to smash somewhere in NowJustice; next day, when the banging came @ the door, when duke came in, he was a little, loud nigga; according to him, he lit up a cigarette & made the lil nigga drive him to the train station drama free on some G shit.
I've done a bunch of grimey shit but was never into that whole Wild West showdown shit for some trying to hit pussy but I have played the blurred lines of fucking a handful of chicks for yrs like I was their man but they actually weren't my girl;
got frat from U Fl who said he'd always go into jumpoff's cribs with the burner on him left under the pillow, mid 90s style;
The only time it got funny was late 90s when I was rocking the fake frames & this bird told me that I looked like MasterP
Connecticut hood bitchesGot the digits & slid through the crib one late night;
while burning something & trying to see where her head was @, she gets a phonecall on how her 'man' which I never asked nor knew she had was popping by;
on his way over, she tried to flip it on me by saying it was my fault since I wasn't clear of what I wanted from her from the gate
& when kat slid through, she let him know that I was her cousin; her grimey ass was on edge since that (like he was gonna come back again),
he ain't give much of a fuck beyond being able to decide when he could come & go, probably off to fuck another chick & I was like fuck all of this dopey shit; more than likely, kat was on some d boy shit, fucking mad lil hoes all over the place, bringing whatever home & putting that bird through it; fuck all that stupid shit.
Once a bitch I was fucking long distance from the Bx let her man pick up the phone when I was calling her but I didn't know she had a man, nor cared & deaded that shit from there.
Another grimey jumpoff I was fucking later on got a man who wanted to police this literal ho, so he'd check her text & one time was right there when I was talking with her but the meat of our convos was her calling late night like "What's good?"
Bitch, u already know what's good, where do I snatch u up?
Used to fuck her @ cemeteries, parking lots & she would be in the passenger side of the whip, panties by her ankles, chilling, giving less than 0 fucks; chick blessed the mic for abt a half hr one time too, always talking abt how she never got fucked like this....
My man was also hitting that shit & she made some shit up like he told her man abt the fucking so neither of us could fuck anymore. Whatever....
Chick had a bunch of kids that I was never trying to meet nor see, was on some hoodrat shit who actually bagged me when I wasn't paying attn with some footsie shit under the spades game table like she knew me. Jersey bumbitchshit
Oh yeah, let this ex Navy bird/ex stripper who looked a lil like & worked with a chick I was dealing with for a few caught some vapors & bagged me when she moved into my bldg @ the time; short story shorter, chick lived down the hall from me, brought the 100ft phone cord down the hall into my spot;
I don't even recall kicking game to her.
All I know is that she tried to raw me the first time fucking..
Hold on lil ho, chill!
FastFwd a few months later after I tuned shit down a touch (chick was cooking meals, wife style after work, giving me the keys, banging on the door whilst pussy was there {one Bkln chick jumped up & hid behind the door & another SI chick, who was married wanted to answer the door} all types of shit) when I found out that she wanted me on some StepPops to her kid shit who didnt even live with her.
Im beasting chick from the back one late night but the chick also gave some small time crack niggas her keys too which I didnt realize until I saw duke out of the corner of my eye creep out of the bedroom while Im in mid stroke, thinking he was coming home to wifey but they knew abt me through her so there wasnt any problems.
Chick wasn't dumb nor ghetto but became so fucking with that grimey late 90s Conn shit.
If I knew what I knew now, would have pimped that chick for some ends b4 she turned herself out on some other shit.
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I swear.... bborn, we got ta get it together with you.
If you talk like you type,
It's hard to follow you. All kinda shit missing... pronouns, predicates, ..
Stop WATCHING me!
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aw damn!,, bborn is in the wu tang clan,, i just threw on the instrumentalI swear.... bborn, we got ta get it together with you.
If you talk like you type,
It's hard to follow you. All kinda shit missing... pronouns, predicates, ..
Stop WATCHING me!
version of "Cream" then read his replies,, all his posts are perfectly clear now
cmon bruh lol
peace
My older cuzzo from up out of Laurelton from back in the SparkyD/TommyMontana days ( who was on that album & knew kat) was in a situation like that;
bagged @ the club then went over to her crib to smash somewhere in NowJustice; next day, when the banging came @ the door, when duke came in, he was a little, loud nigga; according to him, he lit up a cigarette & made the lil nigga drive him to the train station drama free on some G shit.
Man what kind of fucking story is this
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