Any of the brehs/brehettes can attest to some of this shyt.
Story 1
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Me and my 5 year old are chillin and watching cartoons Saturday and he hits me with a verbal pimp slap
Son: Dad, my hair is feeling rough
Me: so what
Son: When you taking me to the barber to get it cut. I don't like my hair like this. I like it smooth.
Me:
I'm thinkin "did this lil niglet shyt on me for not keepin his shyt crisp? "
Story 2
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Feeding the baby boy and this baby niglet straight up punked a nikka.
*hands baby sippie cup with kool aid*
*baby takes a swig, lays it down in high chair, then picks it up and throws it on the floor. Then proceeds to stare at it and stare at me*
I look at him mad as fukk like "why you do this lil nikka! That's some good grape/cherry kool aid mix you threw on the floor".
Baby then looks at me with the on some ole "you aint gonna do shyt you bytch ass nikka. I'm 10 months. You can't touch me. I'm baby hammer nikka. You know you can't hit me and aint shyt you can do about it. " "Clean up that shyt on the floor nikka".
Of course while i'm cleaning up the shyt on the floor he smiling and laughin.
Me: "you gonna get yours as soon as you hit 1 years old lil nikka"
Him:
Me: (He's right, I am )
Story 1
=====
Me and my 5 year old are chillin and watching cartoons Saturday and he hits me with a verbal pimp slap
Son: Dad, my hair is feeling rough
Me: so what
Son: When you taking me to the barber to get it cut. I don't like my hair like this. I like it smooth.
Me:
I'm thinkin "did this lil niglet shyt on me for not keepin his shyt crisp? "
Story 2
======
Feeding the baby boy and this baby niglet straight up punked a nikka.
*hands baby sippie cup with kool aid*
*baby takes a swig, lays it down in high chair, then picks it up and throws it on the floor. Then proceeds to stare at it and stare at me*
I look at him mad as fukk like "why you do this lil nikka! That's some good grape/cherry kool aid mix you threw on the floor".
Baby then looks at me with the on some ole "you aint gonna do shyt you bytch ass nikka. I'm 10 months. You can't touch me. I'm baby hammer nikka. You know you can't hit me and aint shyt you can do about it. " "Clean up that shyt on the floor nikka".
Of course while i'm cleaning up the shyt on the floor he smiling and laughin.
Me: "you gonna get yours as soon as you hit 1 years old lil nikka"
Him:
Me: (He's right, I am )