Do You Booboo

I know who I am 
I might not look like you or Pam, 
but understand I am a woman

I have my own unique style and flow
I have my own shine, and my grandmother's glow
In the end, your comments wont show
not on my exterior, not on my interior
but on the flo'

I think you mad because I got Micheal's walk
Oh so bad
and it's oh so sad
how when you get an idea it sound as if it was stolen from my notepad,
and how when I walk in the room you and others laugh so loud because you want me to feel like your totebag
honestly though, I'm feeling like the numbers on this coach tag
So booboo, do you. 
-BRy
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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