Old School Women
I make his breakfast and dinner every night and when it comes to dessert he is eatin it just right we don't need a referee a coach our momma and the people down the street to validate our love obviously it has been seen I am a old school women honey what I say may hurt but let me tell you how a man determines your worth...what he wants does not depend on whats in your shirt and barely covered by your skirt I am a old school women you will not find me in a club yelling twerk twerk twerk cause I know I got to work work work last but not least you will not see me buyin the new shoes that could get me killed because baby girl I prefer to pay my bills I am a grown women

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