I'M Not Having It
Don't give me that look
'cause you don't like what I just said
Start taking back all that stuff
every single thing your sticky fingers took
Don't give me no lip
what, you want me to crack your head
Go ahead playa, call my bluff
win yourself a two-week stay-in-the-house trip
All of your friends
got more sense than you
They know I ain't the one you can backtalk to
One day you'll learn
not to go poke the bear
Got yourself lit up, now you can't sit in a chair
If you wanna act like one of BeBe's kids
remember who you're facing when you sit
Until you man up and get your own digs
while you live here, I'm not having it
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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