Rhythm's Blues

by Kimberly Brown

If you love me, I want you to be sick about my absence. You need to be on some ‘Feenin’ shit to get me back. Take my money, my house, and my cars, too, type of shit!”

I can tell you now, he’s gonna be looking at all that ass in those scrub pants. He likes ’em thick too, chile.”

Bruh lmfaoooooo