I don't know why, but I've been listening to a lot of rap music lately. I think I must have picked some of it up in FLO-RIDA. Get it? He-he.
My friend C loves her some rap, and we share an office space, but she hasn't been playing it lately. Think I'm going to have to make a request. She sometimes takes what she refers to as "rap-cations," as in she takes a break from listening to it; perhaps she's on one now.
Anyway, I love this dirty, nasty-ass song.
"Hey, look at baby over there.
Wassup, little mama? Come here.
She started talking, but I really couldn't hear
until she started dancing like she do it in the mirror."
B.o.B's Headband
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