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@brylcigh
it’s been real. ( i don’t have a wechat or anything, so don’t ask. )
“Wow, you don’t even know the national anthem of 2011?! That’s crazy, super crazy. I’ll have you know, TYGA is a multi-millionaire who has won over ten Grammy awards. The biggest rapper there is, my friend.” Reading the look on his face caused a soft laugh to erupt from her lips as she shook her head. “I’m just joking. I would’ve hit them with a good CHECK ON IT by SASHA. You know that one, right?”
“Let me tell you something, Daddy Yankee!! I would’ve definitely won with my beautiful rendition of HEISMAN PART TWO, so I suggest you think again. I can’t even believe such words would fall from your lips. I’m shaking my head, LITERALLY. Congratulations, you played yourself!”
⋞ˋ ⊛ ❛ LIP SYNC BATTLE — BRYLEIGH’S TURN.
The lights dim within the building as a silence falls throughout the audience, everyone’s eyes glued onto the stage as a familiar southern beat begins to fade in from the background. The audience immediately begins to start cheering and swaying from side to side as a red spotlight hits the center of the floor. Slowly swaying her way to the light, BRYLEIGH walks with one hand on her hip and the other wrapped around the diamond studded microphone as she begins mouthing the words that played in the intro of the song.
“Hell nah, I don’t wanna holla’ at no motherfucking Trick. He all over there smellin’ like bonk and Hennessy and shit, hell nah. Hell nah, I don’t wanna holla’ at him,” she worded out, keeping her hand on her hip as she began to roll her neck, playing the effortless voice of TRINA to the famous MIAMI, FLORIDA song, ‘NANN NI**A.’ The lights slowly fade back in as she sends a quick wink at the audience, releasing a soft chuckle before reverting back to character. Removing her hand from her hip, she begins to sway her hips to the chorus of the song that TRICK DADDY sung, swiftly swirled her body around as she bent her knees and began to shake her ass in the air, holding the microphone up into the ceiling. Once the chorus was over, the song skipped to TRINA’s part as she turned back around and prepared herself for her verse.
Shaking her head, she stood at the front center of the stage, leaning all of her weight onto one leg as she began to roll her neck around, mouthing the background words. “Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh. Hol’ up! Who the fuck this nigga think he is?! e got me fucked up, I ain’t ashamed of nothin’! Hol’ up, check this shit out!” she rolled out as she bent down onto her knees, rolling her eyes as she pointed out a single audience member and began to sing the verse to them, as if she was really speaking to them.
“You ‘on’t know nann hoe, done been the places I been. Who can spend the grands that I spend, fuck my five or six best friends.And you on’t know nann hoe, that’s off the chain like me, that’ll floss a thang like me, or an offer thang like me!” she rapped, hoisting her two fingers in the shape of a gun as the glared into the person’s eyes, her nose slightly flaring. “Now, you ‘on’t know nann hoe, that’ll sell mo’ ass than me. You ‘on’t know nann hoe, that’ll make you cum like me.”
Standing back up to her feet, she began to walk circles around the stage in her YEEZY PVC TUBULAR BOOTS as she continued to mouth the lyrics, doing the famous pimp lean as she used her free hand to motion the words as she sung. “Nigga, you ‘on’t know nann hoe, don’e all tried all types of shit. Who quick to deep throat a dick, and let another bitch lick the clit. Nah, you ‘on’t know nann hoe, that’ll keep it wet like me, make you cum back to back like me, licking at your nutsack like me.”
Stopping in her tracks once she hit the center of the stage, she stood firm with her legs spread apart as the spotlight regained its shine right above her body as the beat cut, allowing her to rap clearly through the mic as her voice was the only sound in the entire building. “Nah, you ‘on’t know nann hoe, that’ll ride a dick on the dime. Who love the fuck all the time. One who’s pussy’s fatter than mine. Bitch, you ‘on’t know nann hoe.” Dropping her microphone onto the ground, she wrapped both arms around her chest as she tilted her head to the side, exposing her ear to the audience as she heard them cheering before breaking out into a wide smile, exposing her dimples before waving and walking off stage.
⋞ˋ ⊛ ❛ BABY ‘LEIGH. ❜┇ @BRYLEIGH. ( 2 ) 》
♡ ʟɪᴋᴇ. 💬ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ. ➢ sʜᴀʀᴇ.
JULY 27TH, 2018 — LOS ANGELES, CA.
@ʙʀʏʟᴇɪɢʜ. — just left the big house to a bigger house. ain’t have a girlfriend, but the bitch is out.
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Days seemed to have been getting longer and longer the more BYRLEIGH was locked up in the cold holding cell, and she felt as if the horror of being inside was never going to in. She hadn’t heard anything from her lawyer or from the policemen, she figured mostly because they knew she wasn’t going anywhere soon— which led her to a hard, cold depression. She wouldn’t eat, she wouldn’t sleep, she wouldn’t even talk to the officers. After being transfered from the police office to the actual LOS ANGELES TWIN TOWERS CORRECTIONAL FACILITY, it only got worse. Being inside of the jail changed her entire aurora, and she hadn’t even been moved to the actual prison yet. Being struck out of her own thoughts, BRYLEIGH heard a police baton being struck against the metal bars, causing her to lift her head. “VARGAS, it’s time to go,” the tale male murmured as he began to unlock the lock and open the door. Confused, she lifted up onto her feet as she opened her mouth to question him, deciding it was best to just stay shut and follow to his commands. Not being locked back up to the metal shackles only made her suspicion rise as she followed the guard to an area she wasn’t familiar with. After four highly secured pair of doors, she was led to a less dim are of the jail. The guard handed her a bag of the clothes and other items she was wearing the day she was arrested and forced into a room to change. Her entire mood lifted as she recognized what the process was, she was being released. After changing back into her comfortable clothing, BRYLEIGH was released out into the open part of the jail where she came into contact with a familiar face— KENNEDI. Placing her hand over her mouth in astonishment, tears began to fill the brim of her eyes as she walked over to the woman, throwing her arms around her neck, speaking up for the first time in a week. “Thank you so much.”
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As he fired his intense words at her, clearly twisting some of her words to his advantage, she allowed him to do so. There was no point of her arguing back and forth about the situation, because it wasn’t going to change her views on it, or cause her to soften up on him just because he was upset. Him being upset with her because she was telling him the truth, wasn’t going to cause her to lose a lick of sleep, because honestly, she wasn’t getting any either way. Calmly, she sat back in the uncomfortable chair and allowed him to get it all out— not bothering to interrupt him, and definitely not taking anything he said to heart. Plus, she had heard and dealt with denial just like his, numerous times, so it didn’t come as a shock to her at all. “You’re not okay, and you need help. You can say whatever you want, and be mad at me all day, ZAIRE. That’s not going to change the fact that what happened the other night wasn’t okay, and this isn’t just going to go away because you say so. You’re one of the strongest people I know, and I know that you can and WILL overcome this, but it’s not going to happen overnight, I’m sorry. But, I’m not going to be one of your yes men. I’m not one of your homies, your girl, or any of that, I don’t have any obligation to say what makes you feel good about yourself,” she shrugged nonchalantly, not having much of any empathy at all for him, because she knew that it wouldn’t help any. As he began to laugh at the story she had just told him, she only narrowed her eyes at him, not understand what was humorous about it, but she didn’t make a deal out of it. She simply blinked as he instructed her to basically respect his relationship with AYLA, because she didn’t have any ill feelings towards them as an item to begin with. She only used it as a means to get back at the woman at the moment for what she said. “Yeah, I guess. I’m over it. When I get out, I’ll send her an edible arrangement or something,” she shrugged her shoulders before turning her neck to watch the guard inform them to wrap their conversation up. Sighing, she nodded her head at his statement before standing to her feet with the assisting of the guard who was standing behind her. Taking one last glance at her companion, she left him with a weak smile before turning her back to him and heading towards the metal doors that lead her back to her doom.
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It had been exactly 36 hours since BRYLEIGH had turned herself into the LOS ANGELES POLICE DEPARTMENT, and she could honestly say she was losing her mind inside of the holding cell. Although she was gracious enough to be granted a cell by herself, women from the surrounding cells still managed to tyrannize her, calling her different names and threatening her. She wasn’t a lil’ bitch or anything, but she couldn’t lie— she was scared shitless her first night there, and didn’t get any sleep. She spent most of her time having flashbacks to certain moments in her life, while also worrying herself shitless about her best friend. Staring at the brick wall in front of her, BRYLEIGH’s ears perked up at the sound of one of the policemen calling her name. Her eyebrows furrowed together as he notified her that she had a visitor, primarily because she never reached out to anyone on her one free call, so she wasn’t sure who that person could be. Regardless, she rose to her feet and waited for the male to unlock the metal bars, which he then cuffed her hands together in front of her body with icy cold handcuffs, directing her to the front of the station. Once they made it to the front, her eyes scanned the entire room before landing on a familiar figure. She couldn’t believe her eyes, and it took a few blinks to register the fact that he was really there in the flesh. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she took a few steps closer towards him, taking a few breaths to calm herself down, but she couldn’t sustain the droplets that began to fall from her eyes. “What are you doing here, Zaire?”
besides XAVIER —who is threatening to stab me to death— if you’d like to visit a lil’ angel in the slammer, it would be greatly appreciated!!