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Women Lie, Men Lie

Phifer you don’t love me, call me what you will, but I rather shop all day cause that seems to be something that I can control. The noise that I hear from what people say that they can do; well throw some over here–I’m lookin for a sponsor…

I Tip On Tight Ropes

Ok so I hate driving; it takes so much focus and I have to tend to my Blackberry and all these power emails. Next stop: I’m picking up your girl; I declare Thursday as the new Friday because I skipped all of my classes like a Saturday…

February 27th

When it comes to my parties–I bring them all to the yard; stuff I can’t put into words: you can be the star baby; I can be your stylist. This is not for kids, so find you a sponsor for February 27th cause it’s goin down; basement…

Black Market Caviar

Just like a la-day, you can be my pretty baby. We can take pics outside the club like we fam-ous. You can pay for my acting lessons and I’ll become an actor and become a millionaire baby . I want you, my art and my yachts. It’s always about me…

The Gentri-PHI-cation Project

I knock and I knock–can I come inside? I should become the ultradiscreet doctor; they keep asking me to style heal them cause I keep killin them. Bring out the white Maison Margiela employee smocks. I’ll tell you what it takes to be number 2 cause I’m not saying I’m the best–but I’m the best…

Put My Coat On Faster

Excuse me, you can just call me the fountain of youth–I guess you could say that I’m on duty. I think im gonna design a hustlers shoe cause that’s what I’m accustomed to–I’m better than I ever been and everywhere you never been…

Me I Play

Rollin wit the hommies…we fresh out the oven like an insert from “Clueless”–clap for her: Piece and blessing Brittany Murphy. Range Rovers, paid college tuition, pressed hair and fancy clothes. Oh and small celebrations are always in order. Break out the red plastic…

The Tax Return

Whisper about it–open up your mouth–fix your lips like this–mmmuah it’s me Mr. Popular. It’s called performing–look how long the line is. But thats evident cause yall feelin it and I expected it. Next time you take your picture cut out your face…

Your Highness

Now it’s Fall 2009. My first solo party: Property of October; custom invite birthday cards, grand opening of Cowboys & Poodles art gallery. And you would think after all of my internships and Summers in New York that I would’ve proven myself right? Wrong there were even more doubters…

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