By Ade Oluokun ·Updated May 24, 2024
The first time I pressed play on a Sexyy Red song, I found myself laughing hysterically on the A Train at the sheer hilarity of it. It was uncouth. It was crass. It was indecorous. I delighted in every second
Op-Ed: Embracing Sexyy Red And The Power of Channelling Your “Inner Hood B*tch”