Not The Father? Drake Denies Knocking Up Instagram Model!

Drake is many things–a “rapper,” singer, actor, and at times a comedian–however, he is not a father,  and it is something pretty adamant about.

Apparently an Instagram model (there are just so many of those nowadays) took to social media last week alleging Drake is the father of her unborn child. Well Drizzy is definitely letting the world know he is NOT the father of her child!

via TMZ:

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It’s interesting … Layla Lace posted earlier this week that Drake knocked her up in London and went radio silent once she told him. But she has since scrubbed all traces of the allegations.

There have been rumblings Drake’s team went nuts on her and threatened her with a lawsuit unless she removed the posts. Not true. He’s never even met her.

Our sources say Drake’s team never reached out to Layla much less threatened her … they believe she did it for attention and when people talked about her there was no need to keep the posts up.

Well it looks like Drake is not playing at all! We checked too and she definitely got rid of her post. You can read it yourself by clicking here, thanks to HollywoodGossip.com. We are just wondering what she was thinking by posting this on Instagram. The easier task would be to actually have the baby and allow DNA to prove the rest. Someone should tell Layla that in the world of entertainment groupies and jump offs rarely get anywhere without unquestionable proof.

Layla is by no means a bad looking woman. However, one has to question her motives. Drake probably did stop talking to her, and maybe he even was a true asshole to her, however, those antics does not a baby daddy make of the former Degrassi star. What do you guys think? Drizzy definitely hit it, but is he the father? Tell us what you think in the comments section below.

Written By: Michael “Hey Mikey” Fanning

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