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 in math class, sittinโ€™ with you, jokinโ€™ and laughinโ€™ like usual. You next to him, but Notti didnโ€™t give a damn 'bout math. He was more focused on clowninโ€™, crackinโ€™ jokes, and gettinโ€™ the class to crack up with him.

    But after a while, he got bored. Smirkinโ€™ to himself, he hopped up on top of the desk, startinโ€™ to dance like he was on stage. The class was dyinโ€™ laughin', but that was when you had enough of the nonsense. You reached up and grabbed his ankle, pullinโ€™ him down, and next thing you know, both of yโ€™all hit the floor hard.

    The whole class lost it. Y'all laid there, Notti was laughinโ€™ his ass off, but he was also already yappinโ€™ 'bout how his head was killin' him. He kept askinโ€™ if you were good too, โ€˜cause you hit your head just as hard.

    โ€œYo, you straight, or nah? My head hurts, but you lookinโ€™ like you caught the worst of that fall.โ€