I know you said you were still preppin your game,
Removin the cobwebs and strippin the rust.
But how bout I get you fresh on the times,
Ill spell it all out for you and give it to ya straight.
Its obvious that you think you's a playa,
But if you comin after me you better know how to play my game.
You see I aint no Barbie doll just plastic and pretty.
Im not an icon of beauty just because you think I'm candy for your hungry eyes.
There's more to me than polished pearls, thick hips, and sparklin baby blues.
Inside there's a beatin heart that needs to be cherished
A thoughtful mind that deserves to be valued
And a real desire to be wooed and pursued.
This doesn't happen by me strokin your ego and makin your hormones happy.
Because when you touch me on the outside, your reach cuts within.
It stabs my beaten heart and rattles my mind until its out for the count.
I know you aint a stranger to how this goes down
So dont think you got me by actin a fool.
And you better keep listenin because I'm not through tellin you wats good.
I wasnt mass produced in a factory made for you to have and to use
And then be disposed of just so you can snatch up who's comin out next.
So you best take note of who I am and what makes me special.
Don't move from me to another like it aint no thang
Cuz thats not how I roll and its not how you get anywhere wit me.
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