She get it pop it, lock it, drop it, that birthday cake. Got a candle, need to blow that crazy flame away. Now take my red, black card and my jewelery. Shawty is cool like the fire, Cool like fire. Somebody call 911! Shawty fire burning on the dance floor. Whoa!
Ha ha. Love that song. Anyway, two short chapters. Enjoy.
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
