| I didn’t have no daddy around
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| When I was growing up (huh)
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| That’s why I’m wild
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| And I don’t give a (huh)
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| Ya’ll think 'cause these jeans fit
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| I would give it up
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| Don’t let my cute face fool ya
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| Been through so much in my life
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| Seen things in my life
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| That I never thought I’d make it through
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| Had a few close calls in my life
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| That could have ended my life
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| But I’m here looking at you
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| Never thought that I’d be here
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| I’m the type that don’t give a damn about rules
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| I was forced to survive on the streets
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| Make my own way to eat
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| Gotta do what I gotta do
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| (Best believe)
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| I know plenty of girls like me
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| That done been through hell just like me
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| Keep what your mama teach ya
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| Don’t let cheat or the street defeat ya
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| (Girlfriend)
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| And all my kickass girls like me
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| That ain’t ever afraid to speak
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| Next time that they try to treat ya
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| Like you a freak just so he can look good
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| Tell them
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| No
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| I don’t strip in the club
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| Nor trick in the club
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| But I got friends that do
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| So my girls that’s getting the dough
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| The best way they know
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| Don’t hate, girl
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| I got you
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| Even though it ain’t me
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| (I understand)
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| That it’s real in these streets
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| (I understand)
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| When it comes to that rent
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| That whip
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| That check
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| Ain’t nobody gonna protect your neck like you
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| All
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| All my girls from a broken home
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| When you’re feeling all alone
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| And you feel you can’t go on
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| (Call me) |