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Ash, Bitch, and Dad: When you tryna convince the local prostitute that this isnt the life she has to live, and that you can help save her okingofcooneny I was driving home when I seen a local thot waiting for a pick up. These bitches don't trick for free out here, there's a price for glory. Me with $20 to my name decided to try my luck. "Aye shorty" I yelled across the street as she stood at the bus stop. Baby girl turned around with the swiftness. A truck passed in front of both of us as we made eye contact. When the truck passed she was next to me in the passenger. Hoes always know when to use instant transmission. She ask me what I wanted. I pulled out some singles and a couple nicks and dimes from my car ash trey. "$20 is all I have mam" I replied. She replied "That's 30 minutes". I ain't never pick up no hooker so I asked her if she wanted to play anything on the Aux cord. She had a trap phone so I started playing my music. I have gained experienced through GTA so I know I gotta park in a discreet location. Driving around we see this old pick up truck parked by a broken street light. It took me 10 minutes to parallel park. I'm unbuckling my pants like I had to pee all day. Ready to sling my meat out some Wale came on through the aux. My whole frame of mind changed. I no longer wanted to shoot ropes of nut on shorty but instead elevate her mind to the highest stakes that she may be the queen she was born to be. Me and her started conversations. Her name was Kelly, originally from Kansas and her dad is trucker, mother was a nurse and brother a drunk. Her whole life story was touching as we both began to break out in tears. I told her "baby dry them tears you don't got to do this to feel complete. Everything up to this moment has made you who you are, and every decision you make from this moment determines who you will be". Kelly looked me in the eyes and said "That was probably the sweetest thing I've ever heard, but your 30 minutes is up see ya". Man I dropped some motivational coach carter- the color purple speech and this bitch dipped. My gas light was on E. I tried to make it home and got stuck. Ya boy had to walk 40 minutes back to the crib. I can't trust these hoes.
Ash, Bitch, and Dad: When you tryna convince the local
 prostitute that this isnt the life she has to
 live, and that you can help save her
 okingofcooneny
I was driving home when I seen a local thot waiting for a pick up. These bitches don't trick for free out here, there's a price for glory. Me with $20 to my name decided to try my luck. "Aye shorty" I yelled across the street as she stood at the bus stop. Baby girl turned around with the swiftness. A truck passed in front of both of us as we made eye contact. When the truck passed she was next to me in the passenger. Hoes always know when to use instant transmission. She ask me what I wanted. I pulled out some singles and a couple nicks and dimes from my car ash trey. "$20 is all I have mam" I replied. She replied "That's 30 minutes". I ain't never pick up no hooker so I asked her if she wanted to play anything on the Aux cord. She had a trap phone so I started playing my music. I have gained experienced through GTA so I know I gotta park in a discreet location. Driving around we see this old pick up truck parked by a broken street light. It took me 10 minutes to parallel park. I'm unbuckling my pants like I had to pee all day. Ready to sling my meat out some Wale came on through the aux. My whole frame of mind changed. I no longer wanted to shoot ropes of nut on shorty but instead elevate her mind to the highest stakes that she may be the queen she was born to be. Me and her started conversations. Her name was Kelly, originally from Kansas and her dad is trucker, mother was a nurse and brother a drunk. Her whole life story was touching as we both began to break out in tears. I told her "baby dry them tears you don't got to do this to feel complete. Everything up to this moment has made you who you are, and every decision you make from this moment determines who you will be". Kelly looked me in the eyes and said "That was probably the sweetest thing I've ever heard, but your 30 minutes is up see ya". Man I dropped some motivational coach carter- the color purple speech and this bitch dipped. My gas light was on E. I tried to make it home and got stuck. Ya boy had to walk 40 minutes back to the crib. I can't trust these hoes.

I was driving home when I seen a local thot waiting for a pick up. These bitches don't trick for free out here, there's a price for glory. M...

Boxing, Chill, and Condom: A waffle is just a more considerate pancake. Its like, here, lemme hold that syrup for you in these convenient boxes One night stands be the worse. I clapped these set of cheeks I ran into at this one house party I went too. I don't even remember her name lets just call her L because she looked like a L and I was off the Henny and when you off that Henny Hennything is possible. I wake up the next morning in her crib cause a nigga was drained from the super sayian 3 nut that was busted the night before. So faded I couldn't remember if I pulled out or had a condom. It was too late now it's in Gods hands. I'm not worry tho if she pregnant that's a good things. Single mothers breed athletes I'll see little niqqa on draft day. I turn over and was reminded quickly of the L I took. L was talking about "Good morning Baby" woah bihhh we just met don't you think we moving too fast. ( Like I want going Donkey kong in that ass a few hours prior). I decided not to be bias and give L a chance. I start asking her about her self when she the first thing she says is she loves "Love and hip hop" every hoe loves that show and it was time for me to go. I couldn't leave without eating. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I ask L what she had to eat at her crib. She said she can whip up some Waffles and eggs. She was potentially wifey material if she could cook for a complete stranger. That shows she's into missionary work. I'm chilling in her roach infested bed on my phone. A roach runs across my screen and refreshes my IF time line. L walks in shortly after with regular wonder bread with syrup and microwavable eggs. The fuck is this? I asked her where the waffles out she said "oh French toast waffles same thing". I was ready to Seismic toss this bitch through the bed. Anybody who can't differentiate between pancakes, Waffles and French toast can't be trusted. I had to clap it up one more time for the fuckery she bestowed me. I'm clapping these cheeks with Tears in my eyes and No food in my belly. I went home right after that. Some of you are wondering if I pulled out? I did and left some of my syrup on them back dimples. I ain't shit. I'm eating waffles as you read this.
Boxing, Chill, and Condom: A waffle is just a more considerate
 pancake. Its like, here, lemme hold that
 syrup for you in these convenient boxes
One night stands be the worse. I clapped these set of cheeks I ran into at this one house party I went too. I don't even remember her name lets just call her L because she looked like a L and I was off the Henny and when you off that Henny Hennything is possible. I wake up the next morning in her crib cause a nigga was drained from the super sayian 3 nut that was busted the night before. So faded I couldn't remember if I pulled out or had a condom. It was too late now it's in Gods hands. I'm not worry tho if she pregnant that's a good things. Single mothers breed athletes I'll see little niqqa on draft day. I turn over and was reminded quickly of the L I took. L was talking about "Good morning Baby" woah bihhh we just met don't you think we moving too fast. ( Like I want going Donkey kong in that ass a few hours prior). I decided not to be bias and give L a chance. I start asking her about her self when she the first thing she says is she loves "Love and hip hop" every hoe loves that show and it was time for me to go. I couldn't leave without eating. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I ask L what she had to eat at her crib. She said she can whip up some Waffles and eggs. She was potentially wifey material if she could cook for a complete stranger. That shows she's into missionary work. I'm chilling in her roach infested bed on my phone. A roach runs across my screen and refreshes my IF time line. L walks in shortly after with regular wonder bread with syrup and microwavable eggs. The fuck is this? I asked her where the waffles out she said "oh French toast waffles same thing". I was ready to Seismic toss this bitch through the bed. Anybody who can't differentiate between pancakes, Waffles and French toast can't be trusted. I had to clap it up one more time for the fuckery she bestowed me. I'm clapping these cheeks with Tears in my eyes and No food in my belly. I went home right after that. Some of you are wondering if I pulled out? I did and left some of my syrup on them back dimples. I ain't shit. I'm eating waffles as you read this.

One night stands be the worse. I clapped these set of cheeks I ran into at this one house party I went too. I don't even remember her name l...