Before the storm comes the calm. Hope you can take the heat like LeBron
I'm Santa Claus to these hoes without a reindeer.
Maybe your weird is my normal. Who's to say?
I fly with the stars in the skies I am no longer trying to survive.
The people that are inclined to hate are also inclined to belosers. A loser could never congratulate a winner – it’s not in them
I think that's the biggest misconception - that in order for me to be sexy I have to make sure my boobs are out.