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Miguel Thinks He Makes Better Music Than Frank Ocean

tumblr_mtg0qt7tIM1qa42jro1_500-570883076i like miguel.
i like frank ocean.
well miguel thinks he makes better music than frank ocean.
this is what he told the uk sunday times via rap-up
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Mendeecees Harris Is Not Going To Jail

well,
that’s good news for this one, right?…

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“No. No way. No, no.”

his words in court today:

not mine.

are we sure he doesn’t get down?
there are two sides to every story.
menfeces had his chance to tell his side of the story today….

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You Give Head Better Than Your Mother

that’s what he said:

that is some bold and off the wall shit to say!
who is “he” you ask?
oh!
everyone say wassup to mendeecees harris.
you probably know him better from here:

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Man Kills Himself Because He Was Tired of Beatin’ His Boss’s Coochie Up…!

an f-bi sent me this story and i had to post it ASAP.
i seriously need opinions on this one foxhole…

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His Pipe Is American Express… But He Treats Me Like The Dollar Store.

quality.
you know it when you experience it.
when you touch it, it feels different.
when you lay on it, it feels exceptional.
when it comes into your life,
you want more of it.
shit, some of us are quality.
i know i am.
with my writing alone,
i am worth a lot.
we have so many skills and talents that it automatically makes us expensive.
if you count up all the things you are good at,
you will see that you are pretty pricey.

… but, why do we deal with such low quality from people we date… or fuck?
we like to wear cute clothes and be fly on instagram,
but when it comes to our hearts,
we let just “anyone” with a american express dick/ass,
with a citi trends attitude,
possess it.
why is this?
do some of us not know our value?
or, do we know and we just settle because it is easier?
i started to wonder…

when did our material possessions worth more than us?

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