I know it feels good to ya.
I know ya love it. Not surprised really - love me or hate me, I don't care just jump off on one side of the fence or the other... ya love it... face it... ya do.
It feels "some kind of monster" to me too.
It's nice. I know ('specially since the Queens - OOOOOH MISS GIRL WORK THAT SHIT- are yellin "Fuckin Lady is diva doooooooooown!")
Yeah it goes with the walk.
And nope, I ain't sellin' my cheekbones.
Nah nah my sista, ya gotta by ya own.
Uh huh, the eyes are shining.
I understand, really I do. When I'm alone I damn sure feel up on me as well (ha, betcha thought I was gonna rhyme).
But please!
In the interest of everyone not havin the privilege...
('cause honestly, not errybody can stroke a Bad Kitty)
Stop touchin my f*ckin head.
Thanks bitches.
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