You leave your kids with your mom
cuz your headin' for the club
in a skin tight miniskirt
lookin' for some love.
Got ur legs wide open
while you're sittin' at the bar
Talkin' to a nigga
'bout his car.
I guess he said he
had a Lexxxus, what's next?
You headin' to his car for some sex
I pass by
can't hold back tears inside
cuz, lord knows
for years I tried.
And all the other people
on my block hate your guts
Then you wonda why they stare
and call you slut.
It's like your mind don't understand
you don't have to kill your
dreams ploting
schemes on a man
Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open
either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin'
I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch
and niggas wouldn't call you bitch,