Congrats to the Beyondroid for being named Billboard's woman of the year. Hate on this android all the want, but weren't nobody pushing units, touring their arse off, thrashing their weave worldwide and insisting a n***a put a rang own it how Beyoncé was. Then there was supporting her husband and all the philanthropy she did in-between. The woman ain't gon' stop...EVER! If she falls pregnant, she'll still announce a world tour and thrash her weave on every continent until her water breaks. And even then she'll drop to her knees and belt "Halo" before spinning that shit into "Get me bodied" and insisting everybody drop down low and sweep da flo' wid it. And in the delivery room she'll be turning giving birth into a weave thrashing choreographed affair. In case anybody didn't know, Beyoncé also cannot die. It's actually impossible. In the event of an apocalyptic explosion: all that'd be left would be cockroaches, Beyoncé, Mariah's titties, Jay-Z's lips, Rihanna's forehead dust and a couple of jackets from the house of Deréon.
She's a diva. Which in case you didn't know is the female version of a hustler. And that's B all over. Congratulations!
She's a diva. Which in case you didn't know is the female version of a hustler. And that's B all over. Congratulations!
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