She damn girl.

August 19, 2020

Don't mess.

A peice of her mind will tear you to pieces

Say her name she don't do Mrs

She damn girl, she never misses

Because though hustling like everyday is monday

She still smiling like it's her birthday

She rare

A desert sun flower

A fantasy in a high tower

She damn girl she got power

You can smile or be sour

She can't see you on top of this tower.

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