Whole lot of paragraph typing for someone who doesn’t speak for anyone lmaoo
you can feel however you want, in the eyes of the public drake is down terribly to kendrick. he needs something big to claw his way to a victory, and it can't just be some petty s***.
So I was on a space briefly today and someone brought up the "size 7 mans" line Drake did & how it was deeper than just shoe sizes and the layers is crazy to me because bruh
Drake is actually alluding to his claims of being a big stepper (a boss) but actually not being BIG enough when he's only the 7th biggest rapper itw
It gets better.
MMATBS was also a heavily criticised album that finished 7th on the US top R&b/hip hop albums and SEVENteenth on the billboard 200. How is your album what you say it is (big stepping) when it's ending outside top 3's
MMATBS was also just about 70 minutes long and might actually be another play on 7 and his modern non preference for albums that are short in length
This is cool
But like not that interesting
i still haven't left her page
Dave, one of your troop members is requesting back up in the 616 thread
I ain’t even going to lie I think Drake should just pull out at this point
Kendrick crushing him rn but let’s not rush to conclusions on all this
Where's the BBW's
filing em for when papi drops that bomb
ay man stop the h**** hours im saving my meat for my girl
Dave, one of your troop members is requesting back up in the 616 thread
the broski wedonttrust?
drake’s fingers are restless. He simply HAS to get out one last IG post before he actually hits the booth. He was planning on piping Ja’Melle from Victoria’s Secret one last time before actually taking that plunge post-euphoria. He thought he had much more time. But it’s okay, after this IG post he’s right there.
He takes a swig of his self-branded liquor. A portion of it spills over his bottom lip as he attempts to swallow. Wet chest. At least his pecs are looking healthy.
He picks the phone up from his lap and begins to motion toward his favorite app. The phone starts scrolling and glitching out on its own. He shudders. Is the ghost of Kendrick attacking him metaphysically? Prince’s ghost? Oh it’s just a drop of liquor on the phone screen. He wipes the phone off his awesome new 1 for 1 limited edition Nike sweats and glances back toward the for you page. A 50 cent post was liked on accident.
Before he could a***yze whether the post was worth cosigning or not, a loud bang erupts from the hallows of the decorated studio entrance room. 5’6 in stature, dark in aura, large in terror, Kendrick is here. Fight, begin.
drake’s fingers are restless. He simply HAS to get out one last IG post before he actually hits the booth. He was planning on piping Ja’Melle from Victoria’s Secret one last time before actually taking that plunge post-euphoria. He thought he had much more time. But it’s okay, after this IG lost he’s right there.
He takes a swig of his self-branded liquor. A portion of it spills over his bottom lip as he attempts to swallow. Wet chest. At least his pecs are looking healthy.
He picks the phone up from his lap and begins to motion toward his favorite app. The phone starts scrolling and glitching out on his own. He shudders. Is the ghost of Kendrick attacking him metaphysically? Prince’s ghost? Oh it’s just a drop of liquor on the phone screen. He wipes the phone off his awesome new 1 for 1 limited edition Nike sweats and glances back toward the for you page. A 50 cent post was liked on accident.
Before he could a***yze whether the post was worth cosigning or not, a loud bang erupts from the hallows of the decorated studio entrance room. 5’6 in stature, dark in aura, large in terror, Kendrick is here. Fight, begin.
drake’s fingers are restless. He simply HAS to get out one last IG post before he actually hits the booth. He was planning on piping Ja’Melle from Victoria’s Secret one last time before actually taking that plunge post-euphoria. He thought he had much more time. But it’s okay, after this IG lost he’s right there.
He takes a swig of his self-branded liquor. A portion of it spills over his bottom lip as he attempts to swallow. Wet chest. At least his pecs are looking healthy.
He picks the phone up from his lap and begins to motion toward his favorite app. The phone starts scrolling and glitching out on his own. He shudders. Is the ghost of Kendrick attacking him metaphysically? Prince’s ghost? Oh it’s just a drop of liquor on the phone screen. He wipes the phone off his awesome new 1 for 1 limited edition Nike sweats and glances back toward the for you page. A 50 cent post was liked on accident.
Before he could a***yze whether the post was worth cosigning or not, a loud bang erupts from the hallows of the decorated studio entrance room. 5’6 in stature, dark in aura, large in terror, Kendrick is here. Fight, begin.