Johnny Gill popping up with a female who doesn’t have on a black smock with MAC Cosmetics written across the chest is fucking absurd. I’m not disputing that life as Eddie Murphy’s every blue moon bitch doesn’t get lonely but there are better ways to go about it than parading around town with salt water trout. You are tropical fish, bitch! Swim upstream and back into the fins of the one who loves you already.
More flicks of the Queen Bitch. Supreme Bitch. By Any Means Bitch. Clean Bitch. Disease Free Bitch. leaving the W Hotel after the jump.
WHAT?!
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