Tags: C, Kanye West, rap, Rick Ross, tyga
I’m sorry, gonna say it. That boy looks like a wet nurse. If he was my son, be sendin’ him out wit’ uncle Earl to work in the field for the day.
It’s okay for me, Mother Pearl ’cause got 6 kids and 21 grandkids. I earn the right to carry sum extra baggage. Some times I put sum extra cash in my bra. Just in case the chillins’ get falsely accused for stealin’. Most cases, suspended sentence and all be good.
Now time fo’ me to get to da kitchen. Flapjacks and corn hash be the fixin’s. Umm umm, ’nuff to fill ev’n Fat Alberts belly.