Toys "R" Us lyrics

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

• Artist:CupcakKe
• Album:Queen Elizabitch