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Hey boo, how are you these days,

Oh jus doing your thang and trying to get paid.

I feel you, we all got to eat.

Oh your asking, what’s up with me?

Well I’ve been doing my thang trying to get my business of the ground.

What? Yea I sometimes miss having you around.

But things are different now; I think we do better jus being friends.

Naw, sweetie, I can’t let you hit this again.

Yea I remember how you used to beat this thang up and turn me out.

Showing me really what multiple orgasms are all about.

By the way did you get those lamps fixed that you broke?

That night I showed you the “Philly girl stroke”.

Ha ha

Don’t touch me like that, now you know that ain’t cool,

You know I can’t fuck with you like that, you must think that I am a fool.

I’m not saying we didn’t have some good times but lets cut to the chase,

Cause you almost made me catch a case.

A sis... how you doing, oh, wait, this is your man?

No it ain’t like that, let me make you understand,

Wait hold up I ain’t trying to steal him from you

I already had him and now we are through.

Check this out right; I have no reason to lie about that.

And if you need to know I will tell you the facts.

You say that he’s not just your man; he’s your husband.

And to all hating women like me you are taking a stand.

Like I said I’m not trying to take him, not hardly.

And if he’s your husband, for you I am deeply sorry.

See when we were together he didn’t know how to treat a sista like me.

Always b.s.n’ and lying, just to get up in my sheets.

He had this thing for me cause I could cook and had a good sex game.

I’d sex him so damn good; he’d forget his name.

And he knew that being the woman that I strive to be.

I’d always make sure his sorry ass had something to eat.

Now I admit that there was a time that I’d do almost anything he’d ask,

But he kept lying, playing games and cheating on my ass.

Till I got fed up and told him he was cut.

You don’t believe me? I don’t give a f*ck

See I wouldn’t ever try to take him back.

Cause I know he hasn’t changed a bit.

He’s your husband but he was just trying to hit this.

Naw nigga, don’t play yourself,

Cause it’s still fresh in my mind how you put me through hell.

Anyway congratulations on your marriage I wish yall the best.

Girl you better get some counseling early cause you’ve married up into a mess.

He’s your problem now I can surely see,

I got one thing to say I am glad it wasn’t me!