Lyrics:
them all
you be the next to catch fucking slut
all my boys be thugs, surround be the label
not bitches on my stable, you want to drop some shit
but
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
Your words poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
and run and tell your home boys
Well, did you tell them, I had to cum off my own toys?
Know a lot of niggaz, gon get mad and say I'm male-bashing
And yeah I
It's all for fun
Got my boy AC to do a small run
Dreaming' of vice
Cold-blooded and nice
You may see me once, but never twice
Wait a minute
This
the mystery
That we once knew, is something we'd forget
I believe, I'm a totally modern boy (Turn out the lights)
I believe in something,
Don't wanna be some
widow's in black minks
In the White House, White Owl, turn the light out
White boy, night out, knock your white ass, right out
Find out, white dog,
You're the stranger
Billy put that gun down boy
You're too young to play with fire
Your daddy treats it like a toy
Now all he can see is bars
But
See Qwels way past math to drop techs on future prospects
Never got toys like Christmas in the projects
You rock sets is play this dude braggin'
tried to live my own life with your plans by my side
You sealed..
No more...
You play your game and I am your toy, but don't forget bitch
I 'a man not
the back of em
And stick em to victims of underground systems
Let the toys bring the noise, me and my boys are gonna diss em
In conclusion don't snooze when
and I'm still not goin' be mad at you
Listen up real good yeah boy you better play with this here toy
Don't think that you got it like that I'm in
oh, Angelyna
I've been lonely since you've been gone
I ain't no city slicker
I've always been just a country boy
I didn't see the way she used me
boy
I don't want no candy
I don't need no toy
I took a stick and an old coffee can
I bang on that thing 'til I got
Blisters on my hand because
great
I don't need people
Don't need friends
I only want my toys
Loving you, it must be sin
I'm talkin to myself again
But that's ok, cause momma said I'm
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
Your words poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
I can't believe the news, oh boy
(You should have listened when I'm talking)
You're treated me just like a toy
(Must be unreally when I'm walking)
reflection knowing
All of the lies you told to me
You kept the story going
Then one day when you played
You threw me away like a broken toy
You left me
You get me going like a wind up toy
So pay attention to a broken boy
You got me going
Well I cannot stop it and if you keep me going
Gonna see me pop
Chorus - give that little girl a hand tonight
(Solo)
Eva likes to play with all her toys
Simone she knows just what we enjoy
Wendy's misbehaving for
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
Your words poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
the price as long as it's fun.
And have the most toys when it's done.
That's alright and that o.k.
It feels good so I'll just live for today.
That's
belly full of hate
Turning children into weapons
State of the art of the state
Turning little girls and boys
Into deadly wind up toys
Nothing is
and they always dreamed the truth
Daddy didn't need no fucki' toys
Mammy didn't need no criplle boys
Yesterday was such an easy game for you to play
But then
Well we got no choice, all the girls and boys
Makin' all that noise, cause they found new toys
Oh we can't salute ya, can't find a flag
If that
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