I'm not the kind of chick that would
Sit at home waiting for you call
Not da kind of chick that
Get hype at the sound of meeting your mom
I know I ain´t gotta dress to show my worth
Or swing my waist to get my ways
I let my intelligence draw in the opposite sex
Cuz beauty really does fade
But my inside remains the same
So before you try to step to me just know
I´m not that type of chick
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