Lyrics:
by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up
Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (skrrt)
Cashed out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I
for you
Oh my Rihanna Rihanna ah
Mama iyakuliya ah
You shine bright like the star
Baby you can't deny ah
Waiting you do me I no fit forget oh
Was
paper dolls
Show you love then break your soul
Cut you up and leave you dead
Cause paper cuts are always red
Even when the papers blunt
I'll still get
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tutt''e juorne 'ncuollo sempe new shit
Spenne cchiù 'e me, Million Dollar Pussy
Vene d''o blocco, bro, nun è chic
talk
When I walk by, I start to cry-y-y
(Sing it to me baby)
'Cause you're a beautiful player
You're a beautiful player, baby
Ooh ooh oh oh, oh oh, baby
went that way, so I went the other way
Living good I can't complain, I take it day by day
Baby, say my name if no one is around you
Dont be playing games
his wife
Strip baby strip 'cause you know she's not willing
Strip baby strip by the knife, Yeah
I lost my doll, I put on my pretty clothes
No I wont
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
Ti amo puttana
Scrivi "ti amo puttana" su cazzo di carnet
Mi fai sentire distrutta e brindo solo coi frère
La notte è giovane baby spogliati dal
Speak on it man
Verse 1-Fat Joe
This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas
for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters
singin, we singin,
thats how we do it all night like
Get em like, fellin like, and ain't a damn thang wrong baby
Stagga Lee and we up in the zone
got
she walks thru
Red bottoms on the feet, dress dark blue
Fresh to death, baby girl brought the chalk too
Stunitin' hard with the gear, left the tag
Veli baby, Veli baby
Veli baby
Do you like clothes
Do you like clothes
Cause I got
Fancy life, fancy cars, fancy clothes for ya
For ya
Said I got
the middle at the top by the gate
On the grass with the crass Volkswagen estate
Whose is it? Mine! You're kidding, it's great! (Jesus)
I just love the way
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
alive
[Love me]
I know you're there for me
I'm here for you too baby confide in me
[Love me]
Would you faithfully stay by my side
Until the day I
a baby doll, but you not a Dancing Doll
Disclaimer, girl you fuckin' wit' a' animal
In the past or the present
Whether now or adolescence
I ain't never
Baby, you my vibe (yeah)
Met her in the Floss, she from the Stuy
Told me where she from, it's do or die, she by my side
She a vibe, vibe
Can't get
named Baby Doll
She got four baby daddies, four kids by four different men
And she just found out she's pregnant, I said, "No, not again!"
Man, when
You're a prize, You're a night at Coney,
You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
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