Look At Me

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Why think you could play with me?
You lucky if you get to lay with me.
Look at you.. what could you say to me?
Like my body, This confidence homemade.
These curves hypnotize you in our escapades.
My ego and my ass some like an Escalade.
In size of course.
My pride sit up on the highest horse.
Trying to learn my aura would be your longest course.
I give it up without any force.
Me and your type separated like a divorce.
No relation or comparison.
They're irrelevant like the 23rd president, Harrison.
No tea , no shade.
You can play the villain but on my turn the excitement fades.
I'll block a motherf*cka son like a pair of shades.
Cause I'm comfortable.
I'm desirable.
If the baddest was a job, I'm hire able.
Look at me.
You can't judge or throw a book at me.
I'm fine like Pam and you can't cook with me.
I'm thick like peanut butter in a freezer.
You couldn't have thought I'd compete with a skeezer.
You couldn't pick with me if you were tweezers.
You thought I was naive and I made you a believer.
Now you singing on my line like Bieber.
I been that.
Been resilient.
Been vigilant.
Been heaven sent.
I'm comfortable as hell.
THE girl since I was twelve.
I remember having a bully.
Life shot their looks down with a fully.
Everybody Look at me.
Look at this body.
Look at this skill.
Look at how my name gives you chills.
Look at this face.
I rest my case.
You'll be lucky if you see this art again like a broken vase.
They praying I don't strike a pose.
I'm the king without the broken nose.
I'm my own woman, nothing like those.
I'm rare like concrete that sprouted a rose.
You can't f*ck with me.
You can't keep up with me.
If you were gum in hair, you still wouldn't be stuck with me.
I dismiss whomever.
I'm a genius, you're just clever.
I'm so desired, you could never use sex as a lever.
You'll find somebody better than me? Never.
I'm the coldest motherf*cka ever.
Look at me.
Take it in.
Look at this rich ass skin.
You against me, Who you think will win?
Prepare to give me my tens.
Like a bank teller.
When it comes to me whores play Helen Keller.
Drenched in Jealousy.
Singing hate like a melody.
I'm some like a Greek goddess, you're a Penelope.
Now After you look that up.
Take another Look at me.

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