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There’s a reason why Monica’s last album sold less than a Star Jones and Al Reynolds sex tape.
How many more thugs need love themed songs does the world need? I thought the world accepted that thugs indeed need love, too, back in ’96?
Perhaps she’s just supporting her man, but in general, I’m tired of rapping, two stepping, hustling-referencing Monica. She’s been singing like someone that just hopped out of bucket of chicken for too long now. It’s old, and clearly not good for business. I bought The Makings of Me, but if she’s going to be dedicating her album to loving an ex-soap on a rope enthusiast again, I’m going to skip out on her album and head to Popeyes.
Can we get this Monica back before she ends up selling mixtapes out of her trunk? Please?