For years I've played my part
fullfilled my role in this script called 'life',
where i was forcefed plan A "DADDY'S" gal
told not to give 'it' up...not to unlock my under
developed hips or fillup my training bra tits
enough said. I was led to beleive tha closed legs
was my virtue but, coil looks and flirting lips
could never hurt you...the message was clear.
Burst my ass to look fly never look a man
direrctly in the eye,but strips my teeth when
he says psssssst...as I walk by.
Then give him my numbers sad way anyway
unimpressed i move to plan B, I figured fuck it
niggas out there getting laid girls getting paid!!
Yeh my reputation was clean but virtue did not
put fagg in this girls bag, and thats a fact.
My mother did not raise a fool and
Prestie,marrie definatetly wasn't cool
those girls my grany called triuphantly loose
and confused had all the fine brothers knocking
on thier doors in twoooooos...and so I had it, and so i had it
and so i fluanted it, well what i didn't have i staffed it..
SO WHAT? I am jis being me!!!