Quadra may be photoshopping s*** but its a lot funnier seeing dumb photoshops and gifs than it is seeing yall just repeating the same 6 Stan wars posts over and over

Avatar one of the goat movies tho. Put some respect on James Cameron

quadra hope you getting paid for how hard you working in this thread

The evil voice inside his head

Test

we out here debating the amount of money millionaires made while we eat struggle meals

I’m just talking s*** bro. I got food on the grill over here. Life is good

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what we cheffing brother

He’s trolling y’all to get a reaction.

Mfs forging gifs and s*** in the name of stan wars

we are really close to unironic fan cams on here

Drake stans really some b****es atleast ye stans got some dignity

ik you wearing Nike track suits on dates telling hoes “listen to this”

stop bro, give them some bubble tea and run some chunes

That's your loss. I audibly laughed and then skipped to the Ross & Wayne track.

they were sweating that first day when CLB was getting clowned on

then the sales projections came through and all was right in the world once again

Someone post the mcdonalds application for quadra

that user who wanted to start fan cams on this site like 9 months ago was way ahead of their time

I'm asking him to take a shower tho I actually care about him

“To get it out their system”
Fitting cause a lot of people have been acting like children the past few days

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Atlanta. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Future and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Diamonds Dancing." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Drake in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Diamonds Dancing" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Drake stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Drake's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Drake put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Drake began to flow freely.

"You doin' me dirty, you know. How we let it get like this I don't know. But that nigga can't save your soul, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Drake continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty. Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful." The Engineer looked over to Future with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Future then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Drake.

"Your momma be ashamed of you. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you, Ungrateful. I'm too good for you, too good for you. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Drake hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Drake retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

you really thought you had one didn't you

I’m bringing out the haymakers. We outnumbered over here