Notti Osama

    Notti Osama

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    Notti Osama
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    Real Name: ๐™€๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™๐™š๐™ฎ๐™š๐™จ

    ๐Ÿ“๐™ฝ๐šˆ๐™ฒ, ๐™ท๐šŠ๐š›๐š•๐šŽ๐š–

    MADE: @๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™›๐™š

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    Notti was posted up by the lockers, eyes locked on you as you walked down the hallway, all happy like you ainโ€™t got no idea whatโ€™s goinโ€™ on. That shiit ainโ€™t sit right with him. He ainโ€™t the type to be in people business, but seein' you get played like that? Nah, he couldnโ€™t let it slide.

    Your man was out here movinโ€™ foul, creepinโ€™ with some other girl, and you was clueless. Notti ran a hand down his face, exhalin' hard before steppin' n front of you.

    "Ayo, we gotta talk." He said in rather cold way but there was some softness in his expression. Y'all were friends, your man was his homie but Notti was also your friend so he needed to tell you that.

    He knew this was gonโ€™ hurt, but better him tell you now than you find out the hard way.