Lyrics:
who's now exposed
I don't want a reading
I'll get by with luck
I'm not your doll
But I can be your dog
I look through the glass
And remove myself
From
Bitches faker than a barbie doll
Gettin' money never worried bout it all
So I do a shopping spree up at the mall
Baby bounce that booty like
the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants, on a Roxy usher,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
I'm here for you girl for whatever you need
I'll stand by your side
Girl, for you I'll bleed
Nobody else can come between you and me
Only if you
you're tantrum-fuelled dolls
I'm blunted, I'm blunted against the cutting edge
Sharpeness diminished through truth to myself
I'm rusted, I'm rusted
Rumors by Fleetwood Mac while I'm naked
Kendrick Lamar Section 80 and MAAD City
Band of Skulls Baby Darling Doll Face Honey
Bright Eyes The Peoples Key
with all of that
Rose petals, little dolls
Damn it, I fell in love
Candle lights, rolling up
Netflix covers bunching up
Grab the wheel, let you ride
By
a doll
Ain't got to have a track I see them out I'm still gone hawk them
down
How dis nigga want sum smoke cause his bitch get around
Nigga i been out here
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
Now I'm OG (now I'm OG)
Niggas know me (niggas know me)
But I don't tolerate that conversate 'bout the ol' me ('bout the ol' me)
Ain't no workin
all the sauce and the recipes
Got my dawgs mobbing we be looking like a centipede
Can tell that I'm a boss by my energy
If I ever took a loss kept my
it's so mad, love it's so mad
Made me this perfect little doll you can bend
I'm so sick of this fake love, fake love, fake love
I'm so sorry but it's
the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants, on a Roxy usher,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants, on a Roxy usher,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants, on a Roxy usher,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
than it seems
But it's too late, I'm right by your side
She said
I can take you to the edge show you what's on your other side
Oh what's in you doll it
On the top of the world I'm in
Like a doll needing oxygen
To feel all of the state I'm in in heels
If it was something that I said I don't mean it
I know it
dogs and tear drips
And looks like pantomime and clear bricks
And smells like shotguns and deer piss
They on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm going
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
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,
broccoli.
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
He says I'm such a doll
And than he gives me Adderall
Till I don't know
If I'm his doll or just a marionette
He buys me cigarettes
I wash my teeth
.jpg/300px-Pussycat_Dolls_(cropped).jpg "The Pussycat Dolls")
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