Wednesday, January 19, 2011

When I wasn't tryna be like Mike, I was tryna be like Diddy

Swear to God, I have this recurring dream of me and all of my friends partying at some club, with a table full of bitches that don't even know us, pouring champagne and juice all over their faces...

Like upside down, all up their nose and shit.

I'm trife like that.


 The Epitome of Diddy.

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