[Humble The Poet]
This is not a tribute song
It’s the voice for the voiceless
Naw
Choice for the choiceless
The eyes start to swell up & moisten
With poison dripping every single tear
I ain't do this for the Baagi Baagis
I do this that girl in the party, party
Standing in the corner so akward oddly
No comfort in her skin, but she’ll show her body
A rookie? no hardly hardly
She been around the block a few times
Well He took her round the block a few times
She in his lap, squeeze her thigh
Call him daddy
She only 13
That ain't even the worst thang
She went & told her mom after first time
Mom ain't believe her but she blame her
Said she showin off those boobies
So she shamed her…
Them bosoms became strangers
Couldn’t cushion her danger
Or anger
Or betrayal
That changed her
You see well
He slanged her
You call that
A slut , a whore, a hooker, ho
All dat
This is not a tribute song
It’s the voice for the voiceless
Naw
Choice for the choiceless
The eyes start to swell up & moisten
With poison dripping every single tear
I ain't do this for the Baagi Baagis
I do this that girl in the party, party
Standing in the corner so akward oddly
No comfort in her skin, but she’ll show her body
A rookie? no hardly hardly
She been around the block a few times
Well He took her round the block a few times
She in his lap, squeeze her thigh
Call him daddy
She only 13
That ain't even the worst thang
She went & told her mom after first time
Mom ain't believe her but she blame her
Said she showin off those boobies
So she shamed her…
Them bosoms became strangers
Couldn’t cushion her danger
Or anger
Or betrayal
That changed her
You see well
He slanged her
You call that
A slut , a whore, a hooker, ho
All dat
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