damn that's crazy cuz ye in his bag rn. Hes dialed in big time and idk i sorta feel like he wants to drop something insane really soon after donda just to show kim, and the world, that hes better then ever and counting him out is a mistake.
can anybody confirm this? i just heard from a source that ye in his bag rn. Hes dialed in big time and idk i sorta feel like he wants to drop something insane really soon after donda just to show kim, and the world, that hes better then ever and counting him out is a mistake.

They saying Kenig, man.
Kanye West looked directly at Taylor Swift and her friends as he delivered the soul-stirring performance of a lifetime. And when he finished, everybody stood and cheered. It was amazing. Taylor Swift blinked as the nightclub's spotlight was suddenly on her. Damn that Kanye West. She stood up, grinned forcibly and accepted the tribute offered to her by the person who infuriated her the most on earth. This time, she hugged Kanye, to the delight of the club audience. In his ear she whispered that she swore she'd get him for this. In spite of herself, Taylor Swift smiled. Kanye had spunk, she had to give him that. So she did the last thing he'd expect. She kissed him. Yep. Taylor Swift, darling of the American Midwest and the Princess of Country Music kissed Kanye West, the world-famous rapper with the big mouth and the man whom the U.S. President Barack Obama himself called a jackass. All around the club, camera phones snapped up. And seconds later, the picture of Kanye West and Taylor Swift kissing was on Facebook, Twitter and TMZ.
And that's how it all began. The kiss seen around the world. The one that set everyone's tongues wagging. Kanye West and Taylor Swift. Yeah. The queen of country music and the supremely talented and award-winning rapper who might be even better if he learned to shut up and sing. Taylor Swift planned to have a spectacularly wicked revenge on Kanye West for all those stunts he pulled. However, she didn't count on one thing. Two things, actually. One, his feelings of affection and admiration for her were genuine. He wasn't as full of s*** as he pretended to be. Underneath his wisecracking, dumbass exterior, he was a sensitive soul. Two, she had feelings for him. Oh, she fought it. And she fought him. But in the end, she gave in. Ladies and gentlemen, Taylor Swift and Kanye West are in love.
Which brought them here. A plush chamber inside Taylor Swift's penthouse apartment in Dallas, Texas. Kanye West had been spending a lot of time in Texas lately. He'd fallen in love with the culture. Texans, much could be said about them, but ultimately they were a decent, brutally honest bunch. The same could be said about Mr. West. And after winning the heart of the Midwest's super darling Taylor Swift, Kanye West went on national television to declare himself a changed man. Their relationship sizzled. It turned out that underneath her polished exterior, Taylor Swift could be one hell of a dirty s***. Much to the delight of one Kanye West, her adoring fiancé. She introduced him to BDSM, which she'd been practicing for three years now. Tonight, she was Mistress Swift and he was her humble slave. Just the way she liked it.
Taylor Swift leaned over and kissed Kanye West while shoving the d**** deep into his ass. Even though they'd tried many things together while she was in dominatrix mode, they had never done that. Well, tonight she was having her way with him. Taylor stroked Kanye's cock while burying the d**** deep inside of him. He groaned as she f***ed him. Taylor smiled. Nice to hear him make some noise. He'd gotten so many screams out of her a few hours earlier. Although no stranger to a*** sex, either giving or receiving, Taylor Swift had been a nervous wreck when Kanye West began working his thick Black cock into her tight a******. In the end, with much patience and lubrication, all of Kanye West's d*** fit inside Taylor Swift's a******. How he made her scream. And how she absolutely loved it. Now it was his turn to get f***ed in the ass and Taylor Swift relished sodomizing him with her strap-on d****. She f***ed him until he came from her jerking him off while sodomizing him. Kanye West's screams filled the room. Taylor Swift silenced him with a kiss and told him she loved him. Then she pulled out of him. Kanye West winced, and kissed his darling lady. She was amazing! How did a nut job like him get so lucky? Must have been his dirty mouth and insane good luck. Hmmm.
Find god.
Come back when you find god.
Rolling loud twitch hopefully
I hope so
Would be a shame to not see it online
Ye been in the interview with watching the throne podcast for the past 12 hours, everyone needs to relax. he’ll speak soon
We’re the signs there?
Kind of, she f***ed my mans before me
I knew and still pipped
Half that s*** sounds like McDonald's music. Be real, Chance peaked on ULB and has been making nursery rhyme rap ever since, including CB.
strongly disagree but to each his own
Do you know her from outside the club? If not its pretty hard man they see everyone who goes in clubs as just money.
I knew this girl for a bit before she started dancing.
Met her once at the club, she was calling me cute and feeling my dreadlocks and I was enamored. Never saw her again til one of my friends coincidentally tried to put me on her, so now I got her number
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 * 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."