Grew Up (Bonus)

I ain't a victim no more

I ain't gone leave him and then cry saying I miss him no more

I don't want him, loving him became too much of a chore

No longer welcome, I'ma help him get his ass out the door

Tell him I ain't having that

Better call up Amy if he want to have a punching bag

Say he getting money, but his clothes is in a duffel bag

Say he getting bitches, that's true since he be dressed up in drag

I like to think that I done grew up

But if I had a little mace, I would spray it in your face

You disgust me, I done threw up