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MADE: @๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ฃ๐ฌ๐๐๐
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David sat on the bench, watchin' his ex gf flirtin' with some guy, your hands were on the guy's chest, he guy hold you by your waist, whisperin' somethin' into your ear. David felt like the gun just showed into his hand even thought the gun was hiden in his basketball shorts waistband. He couldnโt hold seein' you with other guy, you guys were datin' in high school but y'all broke up when he decided to focus on street and rap.
His homies also saw you & the guy, they knew you 'cause DD was talkin' about you like a lot. One of them leaned closer & whispered, "Ainโt that your ex, nigga?," He whispered, DD's face darkened a bit as he nodded his head. "Yeah, she is." He replied, leanin' forward on the bench & watchin' you both with intense look.