Lyrics:
from an urn
Sweet dreams, my little one now it's my turn
Well, Christmas is going to the dogs
We'd rather have chew toys than yule logs
And things
is crying.
Just another one of my obsessions.
You don't want to be a special toy.
I never be the one to hurt you.
Like every other girl and boy.
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is going to spy
To see if reindeer
Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies
On his sleigh
And ev'ry mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly
the courses they flew
With a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
to beat me homeboy I think you'll be destroyed
Get dropped like a habit and played like a toy
Never defeated I'm not conceited but let's face the facts
nothin
Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me
I love you
C'mon Hai-Hai, we going to the beach
Grab a couple of toys and let da-da strap
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
de educación
Pero fuera de la cama, yo soy el control
Dale que nos fuimo' pa' la calle
Hasta que el aire me falle (falle)
24/7 'toy puesto pa' to'
bendito
Yo quiero enseñarte par de truquito'
Porque si no te quita', yo no me quito (jaja)
Yo 'toy loquita, loquita
Por un argentino que me coma
El remix)
En la calle ando, ando
Ando controlando, ando
En un motorcito calibrando, ando
Las mujeres me las 'toy robando, ando
Y tú mirando
I'll keep holding on
Chorus
Like a grandmother's pearls
Like my favorite toy as a little girl
I cherish the moments when I'm by your side
I've finally
the toy
I'm trying fuck these LA streets up
Think it's safe to say I did it
Look nigga, uh
All black everything, and my diamonds all love like Vera
B-Real)
Seekin' to find the toys, with no flavor
See I'm talkin' about those whose vocals ain't coming off
A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb
by the window pane
I is for the Icing on the cake as sweet as sugar cane
S is for the Stocking on the chimney wall
T is the Toys beneath the tree so
and all alone
When there glamor starts to boar you
Come on back where you belong
You maybe their pride and joy
But they'll find another toy
B-Real)
Seekin' to find the toys, with no flavor
See I'm talkin' about those whose vocals ain't coming off
A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb
The toy shop door is locked up tight
And everything is quiet for the night
When suddenly the clock strikes twelve, the fun's begun
The dolls are
a place that brings together
Toy's you'll treasure forever
Everything is here and waiting
No time for hesitating
Chorus:
When I grow up (Grow up)
I wanna
Don't need girls or little boys
They'd only have broken toys
They'd only throw them all away
There's pain down below
Pull my, pull my weeds (don't give
Playing with my toy gun
Now I'm older but the memories
Still eat me like disease.
Alone in the darkness
Watching you on my T.V.
Why did God make you
the feeling's right
Don't wanna be someone's toy bad bad boy
Bad bad boy bad bad boy
She said, bad bad boy
I told you once, I'll tell you again
I love all my
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