I’m Not Suckin’ Your Pipe Until You Tell Me I’m Worth Something To You Muthafucka

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(lil kim murdered that verse.)
anyway….

i often wondered if men are supposed to have standards?
i always hear that we are always supposed to be DTF.
we meet someone online/in the club and spread it the same night.
anything else is how vixens are supposed to be treated.
they are the ones who need to be pampered.
they are the ones who get the vip life.
this is why all the vixens who are hoes get the husband,
while the gay guy who is a hoe gets HIV.
as a fox who clearly loves himself,
am i suddenly supposed to turn that off to meet a wolf?
am i suppose to be easy to get something that is hard?
looking online and all around,
i see what happens to people who forget their value.
on the flip of a coin,
i also see what it is like to hold your value and be alone.
i started to wonder…

Are men in this lifestyle supposed to be valuable?

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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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When Your Baller Wolf Asks You To Sign A Non-Disclosure Agreement…

jamari fox loves top-notch wolves.

don’t get me wrong.
i like regular wolves too.
tonight this is about wolves that are in the public eye.
the ones i show you that make your dicks hard.
this isn’t for my christians and conservatives.
i don’t fuck with ya’ll.
why you even on here?
secretly, you know you want that life.
if you weren’t so uptight….
well…

i’m going to teach you what the snow foxes know that the black ones dont.
they are about their paper.
point-blank period.
trust, they don’t fuck around when they meet someone in the public eye.
why do you think all the top white actors, directors, and execs’s snow foxes are nicely taken care of?
some are even in the damn will!!!!!
why are they set up in condos and have a career doing something?
i can’t tell you how many white gay foxes in the city that have a lifestyle sponsored.
well one, they know the value of a closed mouth.
two… well, they are about that life.
their life is NOT a basketball wife full of drama.

when you meet a baller wolf,
things can go by fast.
you get swept up in a lifestyle of cars, clothes, and cack.
that is, if you don’t come off like a dick swallowing jump off.
you go from shopping at the bodega to browsing at bergdorfs.
you will learn the difference between armani and tom ford.
you may see a different airport every week.
you’ll wake up to room service and do not disturb signs.
do you know what it is like to fuck on egyptian cotton?
if you are masculine, you will be thrust into the spotlight with him.
you may join him in the club.
you will pop bottles.
you will know what ace of spades taste like.
you will sit in VIP.
you will meet beyonce and rihanna.
dap up jay-z and chris brown.
you will go to the games.
sit in the box seats.

you are:
the assistant.
the stylist.
the publicist.
find a career and learn to do something.
get on his payroll.
do not be “the random guy in the crew”.
strive to be:

^kinda like nicki minaj’s bag carrier.

sound exciting, doesn’t it?
well…

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You Are Only Worth A Patty and Coco Bread With Cheese… So Bend Over.

Check this scenario.

You meet this Wolf here:

Yummy.

So check his portfolio:
He works at Home Depot, 25 years old, social weed head, and still lives with his mama.

Anyway, he already thinks you are worth something.
You haven’t even opened your mouth yet, but he already assumes you are at a higher value than him.
He is secretly attracted to you because of that.
You don’t realize this and only go on your feelings of loneliness and wanting to get fucked.
You cut to the chase and you let him lay some serious pipe on you.
You let him do this again, and again, and again because this is how you started it all.