The audio from your phone played out loud as you stood in the living room of you and your boyfriend’s dorm. Dancing to the song and lip syncing the lyrics, “it’s 7pm Friday,it’s 95 degrees” but just before the, “I ain’t got no ngga, and no ngga ain’t got me” part of the song,Jordan stepped infront of you,bringing his hands to your waist and rolling his eyes. “You do got a ngga,and this ngga do got you.”he said,filling in the next part of the song.