My people, it is not easy being a confam baby boy.You see, everything has to be on fleek. Hair; check. Clothes; check. Shoes; double check.
You’ve got to get all the girls tripping from a mile away.
When they see you coming, they have to feel your hawtness instantly.
So that before you even start to talk to them they’ll just be like:
But living that “always on fleek” life is not easy o.Being a baby boy has its own wahala.
And sometimes, life will just come and mess up something for you.Don’t believe? Just see my story:
That was how one day I was cruising around by my baby boy self. Doing some Yoruba demon prowling. You know. Regular stuff.
Then I spotted this fiiiiiiiine chick!!
I was like:
And as the on fleek baby boy that I am, I walked up to her and instantly laid down my moves.
I knew my shit was already working cause she was looking at me like:
So I decided to quickly seal the deal.