Over the weekend, Kylie shared a secret about her priorities.
Apparently, Kylie Jenner loves Tyga and her Rolls Royce equally—or at least that’s what it looks like to us.
On Sunday afternoon, Kylie posted a video of her and Tyga holding hands and walking up a flight of stairs on Snapchat, but then quickly let it be known that he’s not the only one who holds the keys to her heart.
While we respect a woman’s right to choose who she loves, word to the wise Kylie, you’re generally supposed to at least pretend you love your boyfriend more than any of the inanimate objects in your life, no matter how shiny and expensive they are.
Then again, seeing as Tyga was in the process of forcing Kylie to spend the entire day hanging out with him and his son at an amusement park, we’ll let this one slide.
Say what you will about her Rolls, but at least it would never pull that kind of shit on her.
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