Do you think because I’m not skinny,
That I am hard up today?
I don’t care what your case is,
I ain’ caring for no man
On a daily basis.
I ain’ washing yo draws,
While you make yo booty calls.
I ain cooking for you, cuz yo mama
Never taught you to.
I don’t want your hands to freeze
When we stand before a cashier.
Don’t expect me to fed ya baby,
Cuz I ain’ running no salvation here.
If you ain’ TRYING to have…
You can’t have mine.
Sorry babe,
But I ain’t the gracious kind.
I desire a man in marriage,
Not one who wants to shack.
When you become a better man,
You’re welcome to check back.
I ain’ playa hating,
I jus’ hate to be played.
Games have no life,
So they eventually fade.
I am a big, beautiful diva,
With goals and NO low esteem.
So depart from my presence baby,
Cuz you ain’ even part of my dream.
Copyright © 2002 by Joyce Rogers
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