say what you want, Amber Rose is a bad bitch. i had to put that in writing. the very first time i say her, i didn't get it. i guess i was overwhelmed by the blond low-cut. after i got over myself, she beemed with a glow like Shogun of Harlem's. she is dripping with sexy appeal. usually i like more thickness, i am from the south, so what do you expect. she crashed all conventions with that undeniable sex appeal. she is the kind of chick that has you sitting at dinner with a chubby, with no provocation. so i see why Yeezy had to snatch her up.
as we all know she is definitely not the type of chick you bring home to mama. now unfortunately yeezy doesn't have to go through that situation so he has her out on front street. going to premieres, black tie events and as you all know, the VMA's.
this is where dating a stripper goes wrong. strip her of the designer clothes and elbow rubbing with famous people. she is the nyc stripper who not too long ago was living damn near on skid row. therefore, she accompanies her man at the VMA's, with a bottle of Henny. and you already know the rest of the story. she isn't looking out for her own golden goose. tighten up lady.
Yeezy, have your fun then get out, i mean pull out. leave before you give birth to a check and/or you do some more damage to your "pop" career. she is permanent side chick status. don't call her up to the big leagues.
this is frq, signing off.
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