Text:Nicole
Nikki: excuse you?
Nikki: first of all, who the fuck are you talking to like that? because i know it's not fucking me? you can check that shit at the door before i chew you up like winter fresh gum and spit you the fuck out. i'm not the bitch you approach like that. at all. ever. you come at me with respect or not at all. you will CHECK that shit really fucking fast, because i'm not the one nor am i in the mood for YOUR bullshit. thank you very fucking much. you are one batshit crazy bitchmade boy, and i'm the mother fucking queen. know your lane and your worth, my guy. if you think you will EVER try sliding into my texts on some fucking bitch made bullshit taylor? tyler? whatever your name is, let me remind you you knocked up NOEL. not me. MY OWN baby daddy doesn't approach me like that, you will not, ever. get that straight right now.
Nikki: secondly what the fuck are you talking about? i talk shit monday - friday but i don't recall talking "mad shit" about you. i don't really pay attention to peasants that don't really matter in my book so???
Tyler: First off, I'm not your man, husband or even your baby daddy. I don't need to so anything because I'm who I am. Second off, I keep you're talking mad shit about how I'm out here at the clubs every night. Like how would you even know when you're way too busy with your own drama? Like I'm at home grinding my life away to get some killer ass music out because I want my son to have a better life than I ever have.












