Read My Lips, Not My Hips!

by Femme Fatale

You think you know me, but what don't see
 Is that I know you or at least I know your type
Yeah, I've seen you before, you think your hype,
Naw, listen up
I'm going to tell you the truth right from the start
Dishin' out luv cause its straight from the heart
I don't like it when you call me names
Thinking that I'm all about playin' games
Just because you choose to lose 
To get to know me better
-oh well
I'm not the one hangin' out
at the clubs all hours of the night
Trying to figure out if I could be just right
For you to take home and f--- all tight
I am lettin' you know now that I'll put a fight
Leaving you blind to the fact without a sight
I'm the one hangin' out on the courts or playing fields
Waiting for you to pick to make some kinda of deal
S.O.B like I'm some kind of 3pc meal
Naw bro' you better bring it REAL
Understand where I'm coming from
I am an intelligent, sophisticated,
independent black woman
Whose is not about what kinda of car you drive
You need to wake up and realize
That I can take care of myself,
I'm not after your cash
Stop cheatin' yourself cause it won't last
I've heard it all before back in the past
Check yourself and come correct with me
No more perpetrating it's time to please
The only score you're going to get
Might come from your next or even your ex.
Who choose to put up with your sh—
Keep in mind this one last tip
Read my Lips, not my hips!

Read My Lips, Not My Hips! by Femme Fatale

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