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Did y’all see Juvenile and Birdman on Wendy Williams?

Did y’all see Birdman and Juvenile on Wendy Williams today??? Y’all know how much I love Juvenile and all of our Nola Artist and I would have been on it as well as social media should have been ablaze especially in New Orleans. Juvenile on national tv!! We would have blown up Nielsen ratings.. you know what it’s not our fault… We have been distracted by all the press about Wendy Williams living in a sober house and her husband and his new baby Mama that we were not glued to our screens to support Nola’s hip-hop Legends “Juvenile and Birdman” as they spoke of their new collaboration!

https://www.wendyshow.com/2019/03/29/birdman-juvenile-back-together//

https://www.wendyshow.com/2019/03/29/juvenile-performs-back-that-azz-up/

My heart goes out to Wendy, but I must admit I’m disappointed and not because she has an addiction. But the onset, well relapse presents that she let her husband drive her to it. She is not only one of Americas most influential women, but she’s a black woman. It’s 2019 and we still letting men control us to this point… She has all us lifting het up and she goes to rehab at the same time this woman has a baby. No, man is worth losing yourself and that’s what she has ultimately shown us. I’m so hard on her because it’s what she has said to others. Pluys, theres millions of girls who wish they could live in her shoes and here she is flashing that big axx rock that signifies nothing. Do we want the generation behind us to go through hell just for the sake of saying ” Ny husband” and wealth while hiding behind addiction, sunglasses and makeup.?? Shes over 50yrs old, the man cheats ok, bye, cry if you need to, buy you a toy, shoot she can buy a new Kevin, have a few drinks, smoke some green and carry on… If she would have made this announcement any other time I wouldn’t be mad. Come on now Wendy, this no good man of yours has a love child and you lose it.? You bout to lose it all, sista.

See, I wasn’t trying to go there… But… The ratings for Juvenile and Birdman were low, because of everyone watching TMZ and social media trying to get the real tea on Wendy. She most defiantly won’t spill it on herself.

Juvenile tells Wendy he owes his good looks to married life and how his wife doesn’t play. The groupies “Back that Azz Up” and Juve pushes it right back the way it came from!! Yass, Mrs.Grey “Shadonna Jones” is most defiantly a New Orleans Chic!!! But seriously, I have always admired their union! Black Love Rocks!

Lots of fans complained that Wendy did not give Juvenile much air time, but he did tell her he was nervous.

But if it’s ok I would like to throw some shade Wendy’s way… I think had she spent more time talking to Juvi, got in good with him so she could befriend his wife and his wife could have helped her get through this Mistress/Baby Mama drama. Y’all see how she have Juvenile… I think can teach us all a few things. Housewives of New Orleans, they don’t play, ya heard me!!!

Birdman not only checks Wendy but leave her choking on her words after she throws shade about Toni. Oh, no you didn’t, Wendy…

But why Birdman has Juvi on the stage performing your verse by himself. Then he and his crew come on stage with a mic and play hot potato with it??? Wendy, well no one knew the performance was over…

Now back to the story at Birdman, Juvenile and Cash Money Records are set to release a new album entitled “Just another Gangsta… The record is Juvenile’s first release since rejoining Cash Money, which he helped create the empire it is now.

I’m happy to hear that Juvenile is back and I wish him much success. He should be the one saying he has “so much money his wife will never have to worry, ” but maybe this deal will give him his due.

A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul. He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home, myself, my New Orleans. I'm here, and I love it. Even being in the so-called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes, New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together, we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up!. I just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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