Atlanta
I Like Pretty Shoes
The way you do it with your hands up. You prolly sayin he a damn shame; he don’t even know my name. I’m the best part of you waking up. Honey got some lips like wow-o-wow; girl you know I’m loving your smile….
Will Share When Ink Dries
I’m going on a college tour; first stop Agnes Scott, then Howard University and I will close with Hampton. Something about us college students; the hustle. We will BS all semester long but the last few weeks we gets it in…
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…
Emotionally Unavailable
As of late, Atlanta’s mood has been stuck on stupid. One day it snows givin you Aspen in the City, and then the next is sun bright with a twist of a cold wind. Finally, it’s actually Spring, so I grabbed the Gucci Aviators for a run to Murphy’s…
Say Good Mourning
I’ve been infatuated with this all black moment since Run This Town dropped—which we do. The new thing: look like you’re going to a funeral. We black–we wear all black–black money–I drive a black car–you not fly?—don’t tell mom that your style is dead…
Call Me, 1-900-Phifer
Phifer brought the plyers to the place; to apply pressure I don’t know how you gon take. I’m aware that I’m rare; the motivation for me is them telling me what I could not be. The take over: the break is over #LateBoots, we students at the Roc School of Hardknocks…
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…
Slap It In My Face
I got a blog so big like the sun; Trina is about to shove this post down your throat and make you run–we keep telling yall that LateBoots is about the hustle; whistle while you work. Mirror mirror on the wall–who’s the hardest hustler of them all: The Trina x LateBoots is a Hot Commodity….
Late To Class
This all started as my parents idea; Marquis go to college, get good grades, get a nice job. You is a lie, these classes drive me to party. And I bring to you a style competition; to win VIP buttons to party & pose with me on Feb 27th…
Whisper In Your Ear
Sing it with me: Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah! Roma-Roma-ma-ah! Ga-ga-ooh-la-la! This is a Ga-Ga-Ga-Ga-Ga world—and we spotted the Heartbeats head phones designed by the Lady herself…
