Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Toys "R" Us, artist - cupcakKe. Album song Queen Elizabitch, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.03.2017
Record label: cupcakKe
Song language: English
Toys "R" Us |
| Blowing up my phone cause I got bomb pussy |
| I’m not from the hood I am from my mom pussy |
| I talk shit thats what I do, talk shit till my face blue |
| You doing good when they hate you |
| These bitches kiddie like Babe Ruth |
| Comprehend I’m not yo friend I forever trend like Timberlands |
| I don’t never count what I’m finna spend |
| My money right dont need a pen |
| Come out slaying with the hottest look |
| Make yo nigga come out his pocketbook |
| It ain’t a date just a dinner plate |
| These frog legs, such elite buffet |
| Back to the streets I gotta get me a buck |
| Condoms not needed cause, don’t give a fuck |
| My homies told me who they bout to rush |
| I won’t say shit like the old movie «Hush» |
| Cause I’m not no snitch but I am that bitch |
| All because I’m in the light do not mean I’m gone switch |
| No my nigga this is not a rental |
| You gone need a dental if you fuck with me |
| Lay a nigga down in the ground |
| If he really think he got one up on me |
| On the highway in my Jeeper creeper |
| Paid for this bitch off straight features |
| If you ain’t getting paid everyday like it’s Friday |
| Fuck out my face like bye Felicia |
| Friday… Felicia… only real niggas get it, (yea, yea) |
| Lets get it |
| Bitches out here acting tough, I’m tryna ignore the fuss |
| Cause I don’t play with people kids |
| Bitch this ain’t Toys R Us (Nah) |
| Bitch this ain’t Toys R Us (Nah) |
| I came up from the rough |
| The squad with me yeah we get paid |
| While yall bitches looking pre-paid |
| No T-Pain but this tea will leave a nigga in pain |
| With a migraine when I spill it |
| Anything I do I kill it, this Peruvian bitch feel it |
| Fake hair but I’m the realest |
| I’m hard head you can’t tell me nothing |
| I’m going in like a belly button |
| And on every beat that I see just label it «RIP» |
| We only pals if it’s PayPal or get the fuck away from me |
| And to keep this shit G, I got more music than Glee |
| We got beef cause he got roast |
| And I got more power than ghost |
| And I got more ledges than soap |
| Cause I burn bread like toast |
| Bitch try it, bullets flying niggas dying now |
| You put that on God but you still lying, wow! |
| Sad case, goofy running in a fast pace |
| Looking like a track star knowing this yo last day |
| Niggas already know what I’m about |
| What’s the amount? |
| Let me check yo account |
| I’m never lacking I change up my route |
| Bitches out looking for me like a scout |