Aye Let me Holla at You!

Aye shorty let me holla at you! Is
that the way to treat a lady? I'm not
your hoe or your bitch and I'm damn sure
not your baby.

If we don't want to talk to you, you call us
a bitch. If I had a quarter for everytime I
heard this word I'd be rich.

We don't want you so rough. We want you
gentle, sometimes you could show me you
could be a little sentimental.

Aye let me holla at you! Talking to me with
your hand on your dick, you keep runnin' up
in people and your going to die because you'll
get sick.

Stop coming at me with those sorry ass lines.
So step off because I ain't got time. Here's a dime
so you could get away from me and mine!

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