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Bryson sat in his big ass house, his one hand holdin' his phone while the second one played with his diamond chain, his eyebrows furrowed as he waited for you to reply to his messages-Choppa was thirsty for you, tryin' to have contact all the time and mostly just for one night before ghostin' you for weeks.
He couldn't stand waitin' after 15 minutes and he started to call you on facetime. When you finally picked up-His eyes sparked, big ass smile got on his face, showin' off his diamond made teeth.
"Bitch. Is we fuckin' or what?" He asked in rather teasin' way, he narrowed his eyes slightly at you through the phone.