Aww yeah, B-Bare’s up in you, Miami, and shit is poppin’ OFF. Models. Clubs. Street racing, POH-LECE. The numba one WILD KID is straight yolking dem asses. Make some NOOOOOOOOISSE. TMZ reports:
We’re told Bieber had just left a club and was driving a yellow Lamborghini at the time cops spotted him in a residential neighborhood. Sources say the person Justin was racing was also arrested — he was in a red Lambo.
Justin had a passenger in the car — a model.
Based on what we know … the traffic stop was for drag racing and cops determined he was driving under the influence.
And welcome to the end of Justin Bieber who’s now joined the Child Star Turned Walking Punchline ranks of Aaron Carter and what’s her face? The red-headed chick with the jugs? Became a hooker? It’s not important. Back to my point, where does Justin Bieber even go from here? He was a teeny-bopping, bubble gum pop star with a 13-year-old girl audience who has no fucking clue who or what an Eminem is, so they don’t want to hear “Lose Yourself” when their parents paid good money for them to hear songs about holding hands in math class. Not to mention, the kid looks like a goddamn My Buddy doll trying way too hard to look street, so there’s no way to take him seriously as the hip-hop artist he so desperately, and comically, wants to be. Because this is exactly how that would play out:
“Yo, nigga, this is a jackin!”
“Yo, nigga, you’re from Canada, and I’m calling your mother.”
“Aw, shucks, mister, I’m sorry.”
Just like that.