Rick Ross shares hilarious strip club confessions
Rick Ross has never held back from showing off his accomplishments, and he has now pointed to all the love he apparently receives in the adult-entertainment domain to further emphasize his popularity. On Thursday (April 4), Rozay shared two succinct tweets to flex the far reach of his catalog.
“Stripclubs remind me of my how many fckn classics records I got,” he wrote. A little later, he added: “Stripclubs play verses I can never seem to recall recording” In other Rozay news, Rick Ross‘ verse on Future and Metro Boomin‘s “Everyday Hustle” prompted some vicious clapback from his ex Tia Kemp, including a claim about one of the rapper’s children resembling Drake. The song in question, which was released as part of We Don’t Trust You, features Ross spitting: “Baby mama still the biggest opp/ Team of shooters just to keep it locked.” Kemp, who shares a son with the rapper, was convinced the line was about her even though it doesn’t mention her by name. In late March, she responded to it during an Instagram Live session and went off on a tangent, suggesting alternate topics for him to talk about in his songs.
“You oughta rap about your muth **** in children you around here hiding,” she said. “I want to see my stepson that look like Drake.” Kemp then made it clear that she’s tired of being mentioned in Ross’ songs, singling out his 2008 cut “Single Again (Remix)” with Trina, Plies and Lil Wayne, which features him rapping: “Left my baby mama ’cause she didn’t get shit.”
“You been doing that s**t since our baby was five,” she said. “For twenty f **** g years you played games […] Rap at me on another song, I’m coming to that f***g gate with them double R’s on.” Kemp isn’t the only ex-girlfriend Ross has been having issues with.
Earlier that same week, Christina Mackey took to Instagram Live herself and treated fans to an exclusive preview of an unreleased track on which she openly discusses her recent breakup with Rozay.“Do you guys want me to play? I’ma play it.
I don’t need your permission,” she began. “Hold on. Let me turn on a different light. Okay. I don’t need your permission,” she added, gasping as she realized her undergarments were on display.