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Today I realized that I don’t really relate to most rap music.
The songs never seem to be addressing girls like me.
So, then I wrote my own.
[spoken]
Yo girl, I see you there.
Sittin’ in dem tights with bows on ‘em an’ sh*t.
Shorty, you wear dem polka dot skirts…
and blouses wif ruffles.
[rapping commences]
You lookin’ so fly wif your thick ass bangs.
Got shinay jewelry,
wear lots of rangs.
You a mornin’ person,
wake at a reasonable hour.
Drank your coffee with creamer,
keep hygienic with a shower.
Skip as you walk,
lick an ice cream cone.
Giggle while you talk,
on yo’ cellular phone.
Muffins or cake,
ya that is where it at.
Girl you know how to bake,
and you know I like that.
Scrapbookin’ memories,
readin’ Jane Austen.
Modest sized mammaries,
girl you exhaustin’.
Yeah yo’ butt is flat,
and yo thighs ain’t thick.
But yo’ wit is phat,
and dats pretty sick.
Kick it at Starbucks,
vanilla latte.
Change in the tip jar,
and make someone’s day.
Baby animal,
on yo’ pajamas.
Makes art tangible,
builds dioramas.
Givin’ advice,
to yo’ closest friends.
Dressin’ real nice,
and settin’ new trends.
Yah I got love fo’ you,
cause you nice and you sweet.
Yeah mah feelings is true,
so go bake me a treat.
