“’Sup, Keesh?” T.J. threw his head back like What’s up? She responded by rolling her eyes and slamming the bedroom door on him. T.J. raised an eyebrow and looked to Te’Qui, pointing at the bedroom door. “f***s wrong witcho b***h?”
Te’Qui’s brows slanted and his nostrils flared. He stepped to T.J. with hostility. He didn’t play that s**t about Kesha. He’d blow a nigga’z brains out over her. “My nigga, my queen not gon’ be too many mo’ bitchez, ya hear? Watch cho mothafuckin’ mouth.”
T.J.’s face balled up and his lips slanted. He looked Te’Qui up and down like This is not what you want. He then waved him off, like he wasn’t tripping off of him. “Whatever, nigga, I ain’t even finna go there witchu. You know how I get down. I need you to bust this move with me. I know somebody that can tell
