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Do y'all? I know I don't. Last I heard he engaged to some girl he met in college. 🤷🏾♀️
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✨Omniscient✨
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I'm running through yo nigga house like a tomb raider. You got a pass around nigga he a hot potato. I told him eat it or get out. That's yo ultimatum
Kehlani jammed to Megan Thee Stallions Freak Nasty as she applied a generous amount of Fenty highlight to her cheekbones.
"He can't compare me to none of these bitches. I got that Beyoncé, that Dream Girl, that Listen!" she rapped along, feeling like the ultimate bad bitch.
Being a bad bitch was a lot of work. It took a lot of effort. But it definitely beat out being a sad bitch.
Kehlani had been suffering from a brokenheart after unexpectedly discovering that August was expecting a child from none other than her best friend Cardi. The unexpected betrayal had plunged her into a dark space she didn't expect to be in again. All the effort she had put into building herself back up after being at her lowest point, didn't seem to matter anymore.
Kehlani was officially back on her bullshit.
"You know I ain't cum boy if you had to ask me!" She doused her neck with a fresh scented perfume.
She turned around, hearing a knock at the door.
"Lani!"
She inwardly rolled her eyes, knowing it was her father calling her. She turned her music down, making her way to the door, exhaling deeply before opening it.
"Yes?"
"I expect you to be home by 12. Don't break your curfew," he warned, trying to peek inside her room. "Why haven't you folded your laundry from last week yet?"
"I'm gonna fold it," Kehlani spoke through tight lips, trying to keep her attitude at bay.
"You too lenient on her. If it was up to me she would've been folded them clothes," Aunt Jackee inserted herself into the conversation.
