You ain't gotta be rich but fuck that, how we gonna get around your bus pass?
Fo' I put this pussy on your mustache, can you afford me?
My niggas breadwinners, never corny. Ambition makes me so horny.
Not the fussin' and the frontin', if you got nuttin', baby boy, you betta "Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" Shit!.
I like a, lot of P-rada, Alize and vodka. Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up.
Get it up I put it down everytime it pop up, huh, I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya, feel the juice, then I got ya.
When you produce a rocka I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa.
My, coochie remains in a Gucci name. Never test my patience nigga, I'm high maintenance.
High class, if you ain't rollin, bypass, if you ain't holdin, I dash, yo.
“Stop sneaking your
way into my poems.
Stop showing up in the last lines
when we both know you
never stayed to finish anything.”
—Y.Z. (via winterkristall)
“Find someone who makes you realize three things: one, that home is not a place, but a feeling. Two, that time is not measured by a clock, but by moments. And three, that heartbeats are not heard, but felt and shared.”