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Why you call her a slut,
When you don't even know her?
Maybe you shouldn't know her anyways.
She's so smart and she thinks different,
Maybe you're jealous,
Maybe it's something you won't understand.
Don't you label me and my friends,
Or I'll point the biggest finger at you,
You think I'm no good,
But you don't know shit about me.
Hold your purse a little tighter,
Maybe she'll jack it,
But she's no juvenile delinquent.
She looks cold in her leather,
But she's hot on the inside,
She's so pretty and so eloquent.
Don't you label me and my friends,
Or I'll point the biggest finger at you,
You think I'm no good,
But you don't know shit about me.
Self-reflecting discontentment,
Only shows your self-resentment,
Losing respect by the hour,
Hide by insults like coward.
Don't you label me and my friends,
Or I'll point the biggest finger at you,
You think I'm no good,
But you don't know shit about me.
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