It isn't what it aint and it is what it is
Ima grown ass woman I can handle my biz
Yea I
may be grown but I don't have any kids
And the shit that say isn't fake like the wiz
If you're a tin man don't you ease on down my road
I'm lookin for a prince I don't wanna kiss a toad
I need a real man not some junky old cans
If you think that you are worthy put your number in my hand
I don't give a motherfuck what you think about me
I have a line of shirts and it's called koo breeze
Math is kind of hard but English comes with ease
Some broads are hoes but Khamari's just a tease
I put it down
If you look at kaptain and you wanna be like her
Rule number one is I'm not a fan of fur
The only fur I wear is glued to my sneakers
I run this shit I don't sit on the bleachers
I wake up every morning take a leak brush my teeth
Go into my kitchen try find something to eat
If the fridge is empty I'll just sit there feelin hungry
All day long there'll be a grumble in my tummy