and you know that. You know what this shit is," he said still holding on to me.
“Oh, okay Ablo. It's like that? What about all that shit you told me?" Carmen asked with her hands on her hips.
"Yeah, what about that shit Ablo?" I asked with much attitude.
"Shit! It was bullshit," he admitted.
"It don't matter nigga! I'm still through wit' your triflin' ass!" I yelled trying to get away from him. I still wanted to punch that Carmen bitch in the face.
"It was bullshit nigga? I oughta fuck your Scarface wannabe ass up!" Carmen yelled throwing in a few Spanish insults.
I flipped it on her ass.
"Bitch! Don't talk shit to my mufuckin' man! I’ll light your mufuckin' ass up out here! You better play your position bitch! You just got fucked so don't get the shit twisted! I'm the only bitch who can fuss at that mufucka! I don't play 'bout what's mine!" I was all up in her face. Diablo had let me go. "I got my girls wit' me bitch! All I gotta do is say the word and you won't know what the fuck hit your ass. You goin' think I'm Scarface bitch, 'cause I’m the baddest bitch in these streets!" I flicked the razor out of my mouth. "I got a little friend for your ass."
Carmen backed up. "Fuck you!" She yelled holding on to her last ounce of dignity.
I could beat that bitch fair and square, but I wanted to fuck with her. Before I could throw one punch Diablo grabbed me again.
"C'mon Yanna!" He yelled pulling me.
"Bitch, if I ever catch you 'round my man again I'm goin' shred your fuckin' face! He'll be the last nigga to touch your ass! Don't fuck wit' me! Ablo ain't goin' always be around. I'm goin' catch you by yourself bitch. Don't act all scared then."
Diablo led me to his Mercedes. He pushed me against the car.
"Calm your crazy ass down!" He yelled squeezing my hand so I'd drop the razor. "Baby, let the razor go," he said calmly.
"Fuck you Ablo! How you goin' leave me to stay wit' that bitch! What the fuck can she do that I can't?" I asked with my finger in his face.
I was making a scene, but I didn't give a damn. He finally got the razor from my grasp. That's when I slapped the shit out of him.
"Owww," he grimaced and grabbed my arms. "Damn Yanna! That shit hurt!"
"What the fuck you know about hurtin' nigga? Huh? It hurt when you didn't come home last night! I told you over and over again not to fuck wit' me! Will you ever fuckin' learn Ablo?" I asked.
"I'm sorry Yanna. She was just some easy pussy," he said trying to hug me.
"I can't believe you!" I punched him in the chest and pushed him away. "That supposed to make the shit a'ight? You tired Diablo! You keep doin' the same shit over and over again! Shit don't change wit' you 'cause you tired! Easy pussy? How much easier can my shit get? You just a sorry son of a bitch!" I went off on him and smacked him upside his head.
"You wanna be wit' her Ablo, then do your "thang thang" nucca! You know what
mufucka? I'm goin' get mine on too! Believe that mufucka! All the shit you taught me I'm goin' do to another mufucka! I'm goin' turn that shit around on you and show you how the fuck it feel!" Tears were falling and I was out of control.
"Fuck that bitch! I don't want her! And don't threaten me Yanna! Don't make me fuck you up! Talkin' bout doin' your mufuckin' thang! Don't get fucked up out this bitch!" He yelled. He had never hit me. He didn't believe in hitting on women. He wasn't crazy enough to hit me anyway. He knew I’d cut his ass with no hesitation.
"Get fucked up? You goin' beat my ass?" I broke out laughing. "You ain't as crazy as you think."
"C'mon baby, it's over. I'm done wit' her. Go tell your lil' home girls bye and get in the car and lets go home," Diablo said tired of the scene I'd created. "You out here tryin' to shine on a nigga. I got a rep to uphold lil’ ma, and you killin' my shit. I'm through wit' her. You ain't never gotta stress 'bout that shit
“Oh, okay Ablo. It's like that? What about all that shit you told me?" Carmen asked with her hands on her hips.
"Yeah, what about that shit Ablo?" I asked with much attitude.
"Shit! It was bullshit," he admitted.
"It don't matter nigga! I'm still through wit' your triflin' ass!" I yelled trying to get away from him. I still wanted to punch that Carmen bitch in the face.
"It was bullshit nigga? I oughta fuck your Scarface wannabe ass up!" Carmen yelled throwing in a few Spanish insults.
I flipped it on her ass.
"Bitch! Don't talk shit to my mufuckin' man! I’ll light your mufuckin' ass up out here! You better play your position bitch! You just got fucked so don't get the shit twisted! I'm the only bitch who can fuss at that mufucka! I don't play 'bout what's mine!" I was all up in her face. Diablo had let me go. "I got my girls wit' me bitch! All I gotta do is say the word and you won't know what the fuck hit your ass. You goin' think I'm Scarface bitch, 'cause I’m the baddest bitch in these streets!" I flicked the razor out of my mouth. "I got a little friend for your ass."
Carmen backed up. "Fuck you!" She yelled holding on to her last ounce of dignity.
I could beat that bitch fair and square, but I wanted to fuck with her. Before I could throw one punch Diablo grabbed me again.
"C'mon Yanna!" He yelled pulling me.
"Bitch, if I ever catch you 'round my man again I'm goin' shred your fuckin' face! He'll be the last nigga to touch your ass! Don't fuck wit' me! Ablo ain't goin' always be around. I'm goin' catch you by yourself bitch. Don't act all scared then."
Diablo led me to his Mercedes. He pushed me against the car.
"Calm your crazy ass down!" He yelled squeezing my hand so I'd drop the razor. "Baby, let the razor go," he said calmly.
"Fuck you Ablo! How you goin' leave me to stay wit' that bitch! What the fuck can she do that I can't?" I asked with my finger in his face.
I was making a scene, but I didn't give a damn. He finally got the razor from my grasp. That's when I slapped the shit out of him.
"Owww," he grimaced and grabbed my arms. "Damn Yanna! That shit hurt!"
"What the fuck you know about hurtin' nigga? Huh? It hurt when you didn't come home last night! I told you over and over again not to fuck wit' me! Will you ever fuckin' learn Ablo?" I asked.
"I'm sorry Yanna. She was just some easy pussy," he said trying to hug me.
"I can't believe you!" I punched him in the chest and pushed him away. "That supposed to make the shit a'ight? You tired Diablo! You keep doin' the same shit over and over again! Shit don't change wit' you 'cause you tired! Easy pussy? How much easier can my shit get? You just a sorry son of a bitch!" I went off on him and smacked him upside his head.
"You wanna be wit' her Ablo, then do your "thang thang" nucca! You know what
mufucka? I'm goin' get mine on too! Believe that mufucka! All the shit you taught me I'm goin' do to another mufucka! I'm goin' turn that shit around on you and show you how the fuck it feel!" Tears were falling and I was out of control.
"Fuck that bitch! I don't want her! And don't threaten me Yanna! Don't make me fuck you up! Talkin' bout doin' your mufuckin' thang! Don't get fucked up out this bitch!" He yelled. He had never hit me. He didn't believe in hitting on women. He wasn't crazy enough to hit me anyway. He knew I’d cut his ass with no hesitation.
"Get fucked up? You goin' beat my ass?" I broke out laughing. "You ain't as crazy as you think."
"C'mon baby, it's over. I'm done wit' her. Go tell your lil' home girls bye and get in the car and lets go home," Diablo said tired of the scene I'd created. "You out here tryin' to shine on a nigga. I got a rep to uphold lil’ ma, and you killin' my shit. I'm through wit' her. You ain't never gotta stress 'bout that shit
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