Yeah That's Me
Yeah I walk around with tight jeans and a tight shirt showing off my belly. I'm a
bad chick that's what I'm supposed to do. And it's true that every girl that looks at
me gets beat down because that's my way.You can't change me or anything that I
do so don't try. Yeah I get my money by being the party girl that I am. A couple of
dollars here,and a couple there it really pays off. Yeah it's true I'm a freak by day
but a **** by night but they don't seem to care so why should I. Yeah I might stand
on a corner and get picked up for a setup then get beat up and raped. But nothing
can break me down any farther. Yeah I'm pretty sure ya'll already started judging
me and don't know half the story. You see my mother is a crack addict who would
do anything just to feel a little high. Including dress my little sisters up and let
grown men molest them. But still you're asking me why I'm a prostitute. Well I
had to step up to the plate to keep my little sisters safe. Yeah I strip for man to
man because they get tired of the tricks I do. But like I said I'm a bad chick how
about you?
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