"Dog, I am the youth!" Kanye ranted "The kids love me. Who-who-who gon give them that smooth soul? Who gon give them those Power chops? WHO GON GIVE THEM THOSE POWER CHOPS, HUH?"
"Just chill out man," Said Hov as he gently pushed him back into his seat. "Relax, they still love you."
Jay's voice washed over him like a gentle breeze, relieving him of his insecurities, dispelling his discomforts. He lowered himself to his knees and put his hands on Ye's lap.
"I know they love me but... sometimes I start buggin out man. Daytona didn't sell as much as Id like it t-"
Jay looked up earnestly as he helped Kan ease out of his Calabasas pants. He looked up earnestly-he couldn't stand seeing his friend like this. He wet his oversized lips and began going to work on his old labelmate. Soon Kanye's guttural moans were they only noise that filled that studio in Wyoming.
Between grunts, Ye managed to reply to his friend "You know, I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago."
ah yes the type of lips that make you want to slip your cream filled eclair inside of em
Nigga talking bout sucking but got a bill cosby avi
The same nigga from boyz in the hood and the Avengers was dropping quaaludes in b****es drinks
Biggie did
Apparently it was some girl's dad
Damn, was he also the son of a dad?
Jay has the lips for it...close your eyes, imagine it is literally anyone else, you'll be fine