Leopard booties with my baby blue denims 😏
So let’s accept the past and move forward.
Getting better at this letting it go thing … If it’s yours it will come back if not you know to move forward. Have to be smart more than vulnerable at first give it time and patience…not gonna lie while waiting the anxiety frustrates and kills me but once I find emotional balance the pieces fall right in place. I mislead people to thinking I’m simple but I’m not I’m a lifetime puzzle full of surprises, why am I this way because I was made this way all I have to do is trust and believe in my good intentions, the rest will follow.
Erykah Badu: Fall in Love (funeral) #wcw
Uhh, it’s the ten crack commandments What, uhh, uhh
Nigga can’t tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh Can’t tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed To my hustlin niggaz Niggaz on the corner I ain’t forget you niggaz
My triple beam niggaz, word up
I been in this game for years, it made me a animal It’s rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual A step by step booklet for you to get
your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule nombre uno: never let no one know how much, dough you hold, cause you know The cheddar breed jealousy ‘specially if that man fucked up, get your ass stuck up
Number two: never let em know your next move Don’t you know Bad Boys move in silence or violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms’ll set that ass up, properly gassed up Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck she be layin in the bushes to light that ass up
Number four: know you heard this before Never get high, on your own supply
Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at I don’t care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce
Number six: that god damn credit, dead it You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely separated Money and blood don’t mix like two dicks and no bitch Find yourself in serious shit
Number eight: never keep no weight on you Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too
Number nine: shoulda been number one to me If you ain’t gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)
If niggaz think you snitchin ain’t tryin listen They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin
Number ten: a strong word called consignment Strictly for live men, not for freshmen If you ain’t got the clientele say hell no Cause they gone want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules you’ll have mad bread to break up If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass Your girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
she sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up Gotta go gotta go, more pasta bake up, word up, uhh
Crack king, Frank Blizzard
These are lyrics from a B.I.G rap. Please take the principles and don’t take this literal.
Ode to my “BoyFriend Jeans”
You have been here for me…even through all my boyfriends.
The way you hold me right, not to tight.
But not to loose, you look good with any shoes.
You hang on to my hips, with out crushing my va-jay-jay lips.
Jeans you are my everything.
On a rainy day or a sunny day you make my DAY!
"Snaps, Snaps, Snaps" lol
LGBTQuties: Beth Ditto | April 2010 | Beautiful People Issue Cover Girl | Photographed by Dan Monick #historymonth
"I said to my teacher, ‘I can’t be a singer because I’m not pretty enough, and I’m fat.’ And she looked at me and said, ‘Tell that to Nell Carter, babe.’ That changed my life forever!"