TEAM GREED IS ALL UP IN YO GRILL!
wldcatsprstr_14
2010-07-24 08:57 pm UTC (link) I DON'T EVEN KNOW. I REALLY DON'T.
"HEY SEXZI, CAN I HAV YO NUMBA?"
Artie P wuz chillin on the corner with his homiez when he saw dis fine a$$ dude walking past, his booty all tite and his lipgloss poppin.
Who dis fool think he talkin' to like that? The dude, Merlz $$ (you gotta say it like Merlz "money." The dolla signz is cuz he's just so hood), was on his way to help hiz moms wif da groceries (you never to hood to help ya momz) and dis fool was interrupting his flow. Merlz $$ just ignored him and kept it moving.
Now Artie P didn't get shut down. Neva. Nobody ignored Artie P. "I sed, Hey sexzi can I hav yo numba? What, you jus gonna ignore me like dat? Yo, why you gotta act like that?"
Artie P kept trying to get the dude's attention but his swagg obviously wasn't strong enough for Merlz $$ (which was wack cuz Artie P had enough swagg for everybody and their momma).
That fool betta stay outta my way, cuz he's all up in my Kool-Aid and he don't even know the flava, Merliz $$ thought to himself, thinking about his glock (nicknamed: Magic) and how he might have to use it if Artie P didn't slow his roll.
"Whateva! You wasn't even dat cute anyway," Artie P shouted after him. "I ain't even want him. I don't even need him," Artie P murmured to his homies. Artie P was badd and he didn't need nobody. He was good all by his-
"HEY SEXZI, CAN I HAV YO NUMBA?"