This is my rap song

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I get really sick and tired

of boys up in my face

Pick-up lines like, what's your sign?

won't get you anyplace



When me and all my girls

go walking down the street,

seems we can't go anywhere

without a car that goes beep-beep



Cause this body is a priceless piece

of lovin' unconditionally, yes

So Mr. Bigstuff, who you think you are?

You was thinkin' you's gon' git it for free?



CHORUS:

Hey ladies

(Yeah?)

Let 'em know it ain't easy

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Let's come together

Sistas

(Yeah?)

It's time to be greedy

Nothin' good comes for free



Mirror, mirror on the wall

Damn, I sure look fine

I can't blame those horny boys

I would make me mine



When I pass you in a club

"Ooh la la," you gasp

Back up boy, I ain't your toy,

or you piece of ass



Cause this body is a priceless piece

of lovin' unconditionally, yes

So Mr. Bigstuff, who you think you are?

You was thinkin' you's gon' git it for free?



CHORUS



No jealousy, no envy, girls

Come on, let's work it out

No freebies in the limousine

That's not what it's about



Let him know there's work to do

Give it up, he won't call you

Respect is just a minimum

Go on girl, and get you some



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CHORUS



Come on girls, let's work it out

Let's come together

Let's show 'em what it's all about

Let's come together

Come on girls, let's work it out

Let's come together

You gotta let 'em know

that it ain't easy street, no