Camili beat you to it by like 10 seconds lmao
I've been posting it all day
You feel his hot breath on the back of your neck.
He adlibs his signature “HHHUH” into your ear and it sends shivers up your spine.
You wait, on the edge of your seat. You know how Rick gets when he’s hungry.
Warmth explodes on the side of your neck as Rick Ross places his soft lips on your neck. He pulls away and you can feel the chicken grease dripping down your neck. That’s not the only thing that’s dripping
He moves slowly and laboriously to the front of you. As he comes into view inch by inch, you take a moment to admire his bulk
You bite your lip, but then suddenly you feel yourself slipping off your chair, and towards Rick Ross
Now you really are on the edge of your seat, as Ricky Rozay’s immense gravitational pull exerts it’s force on you
Rick smiles his brilliant white smile and rubs his hands, and takes a step towards you
You stand no chance. You’re too close now. The chair jerks forward, and you go with it. You try to stand up and run but it’s too late. Ricky Rozay has you in his gravitational field
You can barely stand up. Your bones creak under the immense pressure as Rick waddles closer to you
The last thing you hear is Rick Ross’s signature “HHUUUHH” once more, and then, darkness
I hate this site
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That man after nominating himself as certified p**** checker:

Why is the vz fam making a cameo rn
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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."
Imagine being Ty Dolla Sing and having to gamble ur last moment of relevancy since 2020 on a bipolar man that is inestable af
This is a temporary home until it’s finally over which will be very soon at this rate
until then

im chillin
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This is a temporary home until it’s finally over which will be very soon at this rate
Dropping tonight
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Imagine being Ty Dolla Sing and having to gamble ur last moment of relevancy since 2020 on a bipolar man that is inestable af
It was either Kanye or cudi, he chose right
Ty dolla sing
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wtf is this?
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Nope ive done it too much in my life
VZ thread and TGNT posting is like when simpsons and family guy crossed over
Whos Simpsons whos family guy
Poor Julz was about to get exiled
Crazy they giving some random OF girl so much attention
Dime in a dozen
i have to assume the IG live rant and police shutting down his listening venue was top KTT ever