Stop Textin'

to ashley, wendy and any other sluts

I know you want my man
yea bitch
I intercepted the text
Got me all vexed
and heated
you so conceited
to think he'd wanna lick you
my man probably
would just stick the dick
to you
cause even though he calls you boo
he calls me wife
in the morning
in the night
in the kitchen
at his work
not ashamed of his woman's worth

And though you text
thinking you next
to make him leave
he's just practicing greed
He don't really want you
no matter what you read
It is I who feed
this man
in the morning
in the night
in the kitchen
and some days in his office at his work
not ashamed of his woman's worth

Quit your begging
that text was miserable
you know you're just a fling
coochie bags and that glass bottle ring
he put that fake bling
on your finger
but my fingers rock diamonds
and they truly are a girls best friend
in the morning
in the night
in the kitchen
and sometimes that's all I wear
bare
your soul
to him if you dare
flaunt that played out pussy
with your pencil leg jeans
drool stains
on your shirt thanks to baby number five
and I'll be damned
if my man is daddy number six
witch you wish
you wanna cause me fight
the outbox shows he says he likes you
right?
but to me he says I love you
in the morning
in the night
in the kitchen
and for always
not ashamed of his woman's worth
all days

And although I am ashamed
of my cheating man
stop textin’ him bitch
before I break your hand.

© copyright Tia L. Clarke