Bottle Service
Say My Name
Ginuwine article I do not sing–ride it; My Pony. I promise you my life is the one to live–hate it. You don’t know my connects. I have no idea why the universe favors me but I live. Amber Rose hit Atlanta and the club owner wanted me in the mix so picture this…
I Want Diamonds
Phifer is not your lover–I’m not your friend; I am something every taste maker can comprehend; I–will–blog–for–you. We can pose until the crack of dawn; you’ll see pictures of Aubrey and Marilyn all on my wall all in my condo. We drop like dominos; get use to Brooke being wherever I be…
I Got A Nose Job
I really just came to dance; life is such a chore–when it’s boring. Here: take my key park my car skip this line seat me bring out bottle ok so I exaggerated a little, I didn’t get a nose job but my friends are becoming more European…
I’m Magic…Ta-Da!
One of us had to do some dirt on New Years Eve. I kept it cute and stayed out of the city-Hello Brooklyn! My plan was to hit a couple house parties and end the night at the Brooklyn Circus party. Blame it on the poison–I made one stop then goodnight…
