Clapping*(mo'nique)*

Aint
nothing worse then a brotha Who
always bling blingin Flossin
rollin, like he got it like dat Always
up in your face telling you what he got What,
he can bring to the table And
then it's like this n anuscinderella 'cause
he always dropping yo a off** at midnight And
you can't seem to undersatnd Why
at midnight is he always dropping yo a off** 'cause?
let the truth be told He,
ain't bling blingin or sling slingin He,
ain't doin s titThat!
500 benz he drivin – that's his mamma's a And
that goddamn jewelry he wearin -all that s titis ridded And
at 12 01: they, come and lock his b h***a up** Now
ain't that some s tit