Better believe I’ll be telling broads that I’m frost without them. Chicks know I hate the cold so if I come at them with a line like this they’ll be butter in my hands- completely melted away. I don’t need Ne-Yo, or Robin Thicke, or some sap like Drake, I have HartFelt to dish out my romantic gems. Now do yourself a favor and tune into Real Husband’s of Hollywood, Tuesdays, at 10pm, on BET.
‘Frost without you. I can’t feel my toes. I know how it feels. It’s snow, but I love you, baby.’