Thats what you get for fukking around with 50 dollar hookers.
And if you get money (even if you don't get money) don't meet bytches at their houses or hotel rooms that they paid for until you know them well. She can set up cameras and try to black mail you. Or have nikkas laid in the cut to rob you. Always take them to a hotel that you paid for and watch them hoes.
And if you get money (even if you don't get money) don't meet bytches at their houses or hotel rooms that they paid for until you know them well. She can set up cameras and try to black mail you. Or have nikkas laid in the cut to rob you. Always take them to a hotel that you paid for and watch them hoes.
Sound like somebody need to tighten up on his Close Quarters Combat or at least carry the equalizer.
"He's leaving! He's leaving!" Right about there your boy started seeing all his relatives who have passed, a nice house, a car,
do you mean "professional"?.
Not like I'd ever find myself in such a situation, but at the very least I know a bow and arrow is in the car. You got to your car and you were still fearing for your life 
nikka once I got to the whip I'm done running. If they feel like $50 is worth getting shot over that's on them 
you walking wit a crossbow like daryl
. I had the money it was $50. Went over to her crib and we walk upstairs. Hand her the money, she walks out and says I got to go something. Then comes back and says I need another $100. I was like naw just give me my money back. And she says no ur not leaving until I get my extra $100.
at this point I knew shyt was wrong. I get up to leave and she tries to grab me. I push her away and run down the stairs. She starts yelling "he's leaving, he's leaving" two nikkas pop out the living room from downstairs. I try to open the front door and its locked we struggling this nikka ripped my shirt as soon as I get the door open. One dude fell dk what happened to the other as I get in my car. I screech out the bytch the wrong way into the culd a sac 