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Michael definitely was fw this song I just know it

Getting a Michael Jackson sample approved 2 years into your career is so insane 😭😭

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Me singing the bridge to man down

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Omds funny story. So my ex, whom i have given head, a couple of times wanted to give me head. The thing is that, i felt a little insecure about it, that's why i never did it with him, but with the first guy i ever dated it was amazing and such a beautiful experience. Going back to my ex i can remember a conversation I had with him and he asked what his dick tasted like and i mentioned a lollipop. I know, but it was the only thing i could think of, from then he started telling me what to eat because, he wanted to make sure that when he ate my pussy it would taste like “cherry, his favourite drink and things he likes". He never got to taste it lol, but i can remember telling him, that's not how human anatomy works.

Poverty has convinced a lot of women into thinking that every man with money is the right man to marry.

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🚨𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷“𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓… 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒇𝒖𝒍” (4 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑) 🐢𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗧𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗬 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 🐢 1/4🧵 My MarriageI woke up at exactly 2:17 a.m. to the soft blue glow of Chioma’s phone on the nightstand. My wife of eleven years, the glowing brown-skinned beauty I still called my queen, mother of our two children, the woman I built this Lagos mansion for with blood, sweat and late nights, slept peacefully beside me. Her luxurious black hair spilled across the silk pillow like a dark halo. The screen lit up.From “Kachi hubby.” “I miss being inside you already. Can’t wait until he leaves for that conference next week.” My stomach dropped like a stone. Kachi. My own elder brother. Eleven years of “I love you, Emeka,” family vacations in Dubai, church anniversaries, school runs, and Sunday ofe nsala dinners… all of it was smoke. I quietly unlocked her phone (she still used our daughter’s birthday as the passcode). Three years of secret messages. Hotel bookings. Voice notes of her moaning his name while I was away closing deals. My own blood, the man who carried me on his shoulders as a boy, had been sleeping with my wife for three whole years. I placed the phone back exactly as I found it. No shouting. No shaking her awake. I just lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, wondering how the woman I loved more than life itself could kiss me every morning and smile like our family wasn’t built on the biggest lie in Lagos. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔… 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗯𝘂𝗺.