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I just existed. There was no focus or drive to push other than to get what was due to a pretty bitch like me.
That’s all I seen on TV, pretty bitches getting with ugly dudes for money.
I figured hell, I could do that. That’s all a chick wanted, to be with the flyest niggah, who had the flyest whip. So I can receive status, clout and shit. I knew I was the baddest chick with a weave tighter than…
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