You’re fuckin so stupid.
When your woman walks in the house after a long day and says she’s doing a duet with the “King” you give her the option of declining the duet request, or you call the fuckin movers.
It’s not her fault. She is helpless against his powers.
He is T.I.
And I got 500 bucks that when her phone went to voicemail the last night of this shoot, it was NOT because she was discussing creative “options”.
Unless of course those options entailed her up against a wall, as opposed to slinkin on her hands and knees toward the King.
Cmon man……. you did this to yourself!