Them curves hurt . . .
I remember I got curved so much in one week, I was just going to classes with a cloud over my head
them curves at the club to have you on some
Shawn: bruh think ima wrap it up and call it a night its late
Devin: bruh its 10:30
Shawn: nikkaA AINT NOTHING HERE FOR ME
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He convince you to stay so you try to hit the dance floor but your confidence damn near destroyed so you ain't really on the floor dancing how you could have if you were confident . .you just swaying back and forth . . you see this chick and you swear she coming over your way but it can't be cause she bad and you been getting curved all night . . she start to get closer so you hurry up and try and wiff up a little confidence; do a lil naenae mixed with some milly rock.
She say "hey, how you doing" you get excited but you keep calm because tonight has shown you it's not in your favor you reply "I'm good how are you beautiful" it's like some woman can see when you at your weakest and they wanna make sure you crumble beyond repair . .because not a minute after she says . ."so you came with that guy over there right?" and you like "yeah that's my boy devin" and she hit you with "could you give him my number" .. .at this point everything in you die you stop mid milly roc almost like she shot you in the bullet tore your spine you feel an electric surge going up your back . . you wanna start crying but out the corner of your eye you see devin watching giving you a expression as if to say "see bruh told you it would workout for you
" at this point your eyes starting to water(
) but you hold that shyt back and continue to milly rock face looking like a mixture of sadness and happiness
"ayy is you going to take my number
" she knock you back to reality you forgot she was even there, you reply "ohh yeah, yeah i got you
" you take the paper and look back at your homie who still watching and give the salute
meanwhile his expression on some "
"
it only had to have been a few minutes but you feel like you was just in a fight your legs shaking you don't even hear the music you feeling so many emotions, you walk back to ya homie mustering the last few minutes of strength and spew some more bullshyt "bruh you was right
I got one she a baddie"
he replies "i told you man, just take time" you play with the paper in ya pocket slowly remembering the last words she said to you before walking off "don't you call me either give it to ya boy
" you tell ya homeboy "ay bruh its hot in here smell like fritos and ass ima go outside" you damn near run out the club to your car where you sit for a second . . you try to clear ya mind but you feel tears coming down so you turn on the radio and hear some shyt you usually wouldn't even hear and being you so emotional you start singing the shyt while crying on some
Wanna be a --
baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH
And because life love to do you dirty as you look over the girl who played you in the club is staring dead at you
this
what you trying to pull?
