Cupcakin' With Beyonce Beyonce & Daniel in London
True story. I was standing in the check out line with my nephew at Toys R' Us last month and Baby Daniel tried to get a sell up out of me.
The conversation went something like this:
Baby Daniel: "I got that purp. Fuck with your boy."
Me: "Kush? I don't even get down like that, folk."
Baby Daniel: "Nah, them purple tops."
Me: "Do I look like Marion Barry to you? Miss me with that."
Baby Daniel: "Nah nah nah! You got me bent like some elbows. I got that hard. That good. That fire. Flinestone Vitamin Gummies. Girl smell how raw this product is. Meet me at my Caprice if you want to do business."
Damn shame. I don't know why he is trying to build his Seasame Street credibility. Lil' Rock already has the game on lock. Everybody from here to Virgina know that he got that Bobby by the pound and Whitney by the key.
Labels: Tales From The Wig Crypt
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