http://www.freeonsmash.com/news/2011/03/25/gucci-mane-recently-feat-50-cent/
I like the song though.
Friday
This Post Made Me Lol
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 10:40 PM 0 comments
Labels: music
Tuesday
This Was Disgusting.
I like to get crunk to some dumb excuses for music every now and again (everyday), but this was just...no. Eff Young Money.
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 2:20 AM 0 comments
Labels: music
Thursday
Sean Paul, just stop.
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 3:59 PM 0 comments
Labels: Beyonce, music, music artists, music videos
Sunday
Thursday
Jayyysus Jaysus!
I'm not even religious or holy but this video lifts my spirit. Don't tell me it's ancient, I know that! I just selfishly kept it for myself and not you guys for quite a while.
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 10:37 AM 0 comments
Friday
Stay in School
Are there really any words? ... Sigh, I'm thinking of doing a lip synching video of this verse.
Did anyone see her extra blink...and her scream...and her MONSTER-DO!...is she actually able to move her head though?
Oh man. I'm such a bad Christian.
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 3:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: music, Nicki Minaj, YouTube
Thursday
Videos That Make Me Feel So Sexy
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 12:14 AM 0 comments
Labels: Beyonce, music, music videos, Rihanna, YouTube
Wednesday
Green Light
I honestly never knew there could be this interpretation of the song. I always thought it was Beyoncé just sitting spread eagle like "Come on and take me, you've got the green light." But now that I'm going through what I am, I think it's different. Especially tying it together with "I gave all I could give; my love, my heart. Now we're facing it from what you did from the start, my love." Someone messed up big time (maybe got too comfortable and wasn't grateful any longer?) and Bey is like get to steppin! Go...you're holding up all the other good dudes trying to get at this. And thank goodness...I was getting seriously fed up with slow depressing songs about guys messing up and girls getting hurt. Beysus made it upbeat and even empowering...all the while whining over the dickhead. Amazing, folks.
For some strange reason, you're done pleasing me like it's okay.
Like a perm that's been left to long, you start to burn...the result is it just won't take.
I can see...now it's all coming so clear to me now.
I can see, misinterpreted all my naiveness.
Was just thinking if I had no you, that I can't do...my stock just went up over 2 million.
Ain't no problem, you can go. I will find somebody else...go right out, move alone. You got the green light so you can go. You're holding up traffic. Green means go.
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 2:25 PM 0 comments
Labels: Beyonce, music, music videos
Saturday
Yes I Will!
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 3:08 PM 0 comments
Labels: Beyonce, music, music videos
Tuesday
formspring.me/autumnsays
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 12:37 AM 0 comments
Labels: books, boyfriends, formspring.me, friends, hair, Janet Jackson, Kanye UniverseCity, love, movies, music, ohana means family..., phones, prince, school, shopping, summer, tele
Monday
I'm killin time, you know. Bleachin your clothes.
It's lines like those from Rihanna that give me life, not "They can say whateva, I'ma do whateva." I don't know what it is about her transformation that just does not sit well with me, but I just don't get what I used to from her music..musically. Because of course she still has stuff that will make my gluteus jiggle, but she used to be a pop PRINCESS. Eh. Now, her body and wardrobe entertain me more than anything.
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 3:06 PM 0 comments
Sunday
I Suck it So Gooood
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 8:38 PM 0 comments
Labels: FNF Magazine, music, music artists, stupidity, YouTube
Thursday
Idk About You
...but I want big booty bitches.
& here's another (lol)die for that ass.
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 3:14 AM 0 comments
Sunday
let my people the eff go..
Remember the theme song to my birthday for reasons completely contrary to its meaning?
Let us reminisce!
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 11:54 PM 0 comments
Labels: birthdays, music, trey songz
Thursday
Shamrock Farms
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 10:25 PM 0 comments
Labels: music, music artists, prince, YouTube
Sunday
I Listened to Confessions for the Umpteenth Time
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 7:43 PM 0 comments
Labels: boyfriends, lyrics, music, Usher
Monday
I Just Want Him for His Dang-a-Lang
I didn't know people still said that but that song is very entertaining. Except when she talks about getting her salad tossed...ewwwwwwww.
So I just watched 106 & Park for the first time in a looooong time. I saw the Rude Boy video, and now I know what that guy that I follow on Twitter was talking about with the wind or whine or whatever that Rih Rih does. It is quite entertaining. But that video can basically be seen as a graphic designer's dream or a lap dance. That is all. What kept me so entertained aside from Rih Rih's dance moves (throwing her vagina in our faces and attempting to pop some bootay) was not the colors, but the phrases that BET chose to bleep out. Honestly? We're gonna bleep out "can you get it up," but every other innuendo, which is basically every line of the song, stays? And Rih Rih, who are you effing with that can't get it up? I mean geez.
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 7:16 PM 0 comments
Saturday
Making an Exception
To the normal 320x265 for a Ye music video.
Do you see relations betwixt the song and the video? That's what the hoopla is about. They're also saying he's a devil worshipper, in the Illuminati and whatnot. Yuck
I am disappointed with the boobs.
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 12:58 PM 3 comments
Labels: conspiracy, controversy, Kanye West, music
Tuesday
Tell me it's not just a dream
and if it is, my heart believes that you are mine and this is real.
Sigh...you're suddenly uninterested and pushing me away and unfortunately for you, I'm not a chaser. Best of luck to you until you come around. That's all I know to say right now.
Beautiful girls, all over the world. I could be chasin, but my time would be wasted...they got nothin on you.
*rocks head
[:
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 10:53 PM 0 comments
Labels: boyfriends, love, music, YouTube
Damn the kitty cat's tired...
says LL Cool J.
Okay now that i got you wet, let's dry that on up and watch the Neighbors Know My Name video. So I knew about this song since the summer, when Trey dropped the title in this blog interview...idr specifics but I remember him saying it was gonna be a song on the album. Mind you I've been heavy humping Trey's weenie since early summer, when I heard the Anticipation mixtape. He just was so amateur before that. Now he is strictly on his grown R. Kelly shit. I don't give a damn how much people say he sounds like R. Kelly nowadays either, it is the truth so that's that. Anyways, I bought the Ready album the week it came out. Just to let you know how heavy I am humping Trey, I don't buy albums like that at-fucking-all. First of all, I have to respect all aspects of the artist to give them my dinero. Like personal life, musical content, morality, all that shit is taken into consideration when I'm handing out what is ahem ahem "due" to the artist. So on top of that, I got the shit the week it motherfucking came out. I don't be buyin A DAMN THANG on its debut week. I just pre-order my Lupe payables, and unless Mint Condition or Silk or a decent Keith Sweat come-back is due, fuck I'm rushin to get an album for? So yeah...and Ready was on heavy rotation after I got it. Now because of the fucking graaaandness of both Anticipation and Ready, when this nigga releases videos, I am expecting nothing-thefuck-less but the latter is what I receive. Okay Invented Sex had that super hot girl in it, but it was really not great. I mean Trey if you gonna give us a sex tape, go all out and give us the damn sex tape. I can almost guarantee that no one will complain. But that whole teasing shit, that is ruining the song for me because when I play it, I am having full out sex in my head. But you giving an amateur pre-sex porno with the song does not do a damn thing for me. & as for this new video, idk what I can say about it. I don't really like red darling. Maybe you should just stick to the R. Kelly moo-sack. The end.
Posted by Miss Fiasco at 7:58 PM 0 comments
Labels: music, music artists, sex, trey songz, YouTube
