“What’s a king without a crown ni**a. What’s a circus without you clown ni**as.” - Pusha T
Could you explain how high is your zone? We’ll take the plane rub his nose in cocaine. There’s hoes in magazines you lain saying you lame. And for the hating advance pull down your pants. Make’em kiss both cheeks like we living in France.
Magic happens when they’re together. My favs