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Money for money, if u ain't matching i ain't falling in... I don't want a broke bitch always digging... N no we ain't fuckin... Huh, ain't that something... I am different.  That's some crazy shit.. As a working woman it bees best as long as the tongue isn't constantly flipping..  Always thinking she's better than the mutha fuckin living... Cash in in a life n do ur part... Or there's no chance of u ever reaching my heart... No bs... I don't do bacbbling lips... Betta have ur shit poppin like needs know the what the want... If not, empty hands will leave u all twisted up n butt hurt... Duck ya feelings if u ain't on some real shit... Like a two way street in a roundabout goin arouns n around doesn't seem to be something I'd miss... As toodles of flickering fingertips will see u off... Don't pause studder half step or think I'm aomwonw who is afraid to check out to cut a loss... Get with it or slide on over bcuz there's always someone else... N u ain't for me if this shit isn't felt...