I’m late for Meat Monday??

Openly paying for s***with a black woman while being fake gay and telling local gay alcoholic Jamaican akademiks is crazy

What!!!!!!

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Meat Monday is all day brother it’s final Monday of March it’s a carmaceria carnage

When Kanye fans write detailed copypastas about him having s***with Travis Scott and Mike Dean I assume they're just homophobes who think being gay is the funniest thing on earth but Drake stans' obsession with Aubrey's p**** and body really does seem gay as f***. You don't even see female pop stans talking about male singers like that

It's just champagne, papi

get over yourself lmao it's clearly for 1 or 2 jokes

whaaaaat

Prob thought about sza putting it back in when it slipped out and lost it.

Lebron James is h****

Some of him openly say they would f*** Drake I don’t think they fake gay

Nothing wrong with being gay

Being a pedo or attracted to dogs though

cheap shot 5 months later when nobody was looking

sounds about right

In the dim glow of the studio's embrace,
Drake and Kendrick find a secluded space.
The air is thick with anticipation's allure,
As they lean in close, hearts beating pure.

Drake's hand finds Kendrick's, a tender hold,
Their fingers intertwined, a story untold.
Their eyes meet, sparking with desire's flame,
As they surrender to love's enchanting game.

Kendrick's lips brush softly against Drake's skin,
Sending shivers of pleasure, deep within.
Drake sighs, a melody of longing and delight,
As they lose themselves in the passion of the night.

Their bodies sway in rhythm, a perfect blend,
As they share a kiss that knows no end.
In each other's arms, they find sanctuary,
Lost in a love that's pure and legendary.

With whispered words and tender caress,
They express their love, in its fullness.
In this moment, time stands still,
As Drake and Kendrick share a love that's real.

The queer community create some of the best art lol my @ is a Frank Ocean reference when he was super gaiyan

Jokes?

Plato and Socrates
Gay

Bro really giving motivational pep talks during his shows to avoid responding, he waving the white flag it seems.

Found the Papiconda Non Believer 😳🫵

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."

Lock

Frank should have sang nights though not at least the Sango remix