Bend over and let me see it if you attended a fight night party on Saturday for the free meal. Now stand up straight and give yourself a pat on the back.
Like all full-blooded Trapmericans, I don’t give a quarter ounce of a slippery shit about boxing matches void of the phrase “I’m putting this on World Star, nigga!” My appetite understands the concept.
Chicken wings and Bud Light Straw-ber-rita make wonderful focal points at any gathering, might I add. I enjoy creating a scene straight from a Hughes Brothers films when I place beer salt around the rim of my Big Gulp. It lets strangers know that I’m a class act and to approach with caution. I am the embodiment of the illustrious qualities Mac-Bre-Z rapped about on “Go Head” – minus “the ass all on her back” line. Being chunky and still having no ass is another post for another day.
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