Mistreated

Tue, 02/23/2016 - 11:40 -- KaSaunJ

Baby, yeah I see you growing up in the ville

Messing round with these hittas 

Knowing none of them ain't real

They blowing up your phone

Talking bout they want to chill

Trying to get up in your pants 

But can't ever pay your bills

And you deserve better 

I thought I let you know

Everyone notice your body 

But you're smart on the low

I see you on your job

Working hard getting doe

Thats a independent woman

Incase you didn't know

 

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