Nicki Minaj bumped fuck parts with that Safaree Samuels for at least ten million years (or 11 years, which is practically ten million years in famous ho years) and when they broke up for good last year she wasted no time in jumping on new full-time dick. Nicki apparently got on rapper Meek Mill sometime in January and now it looks like they’re already promised to be married. The dangers of rebound dick. Sometimes a new dick fucks with your head and has got you making rash decisions. And sometimes new dick gives you an actual rash, but that’s a discussion for another time….
Nicki pulled a subtle STUNT QUEEN move on Tuesday night when she Instagrammed a picture of a gigantic ring sitting on her finger while she posed next to Meek in Miami. Just like she wanted, her fans started screaming about the ring and so she Instagrammed an up-close portrait of it. Usually when you see a ring like that on Instagram, the caption next to it reads: “Look at what came out of my Diamond Candle!” But some source tells E! that’s her actual engagement ring, because she’s actually engaged.
“Both Meek and Nicki have been spending amazing quality time together lately and have gotten extremely close these past few months. It may seem like it all is happening very quickly but Nicki and Meek are in this 100. They truly love each other.”
If Meek Mill truly loved Nicki, he’d tell her, “Um, I love you, but that engagement ring you bought for yourself looks like something a 10-year-old girl on a sugar high would post on Pinterest as her ‘dream ring.‘” Nicki Minaj saw Lady CaCa’s heart-shaped diamond ring and raised it to horrifying levels of tacky and trashy. And I expect nothing less and I’d be disappointed if her ring didn’t look like a Lisa Frank unicorn’s kidney stone. It looks like some shit from the My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding Jewelry Collection by Claire’s. She totally disemboweled a Sweet Secret for that ring. But bitch is Nicki Minaj. I expect next level tacky from her.
A jewelry expert tells E! that they believe that ring cost $500,000. Yeah, half a million dollars. The Cracker Jack box it came in better be made of pure fucking gold.
And judging by those prostate-stabbing nails, I guess Meek Mill doesn’t let Nicki’s fingers go to his butt hole town. Or maybe he does and likes it’s extra, extra rough.
Here’s Nicki performing in Birmingham, England a couple of weeks ago.