Lyrics:
watch the clock
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest
becah mi pum pum tun up
And if I'm wit' my Barbie dolls, you know the whole crew done up
Yeah, we done up and plus the pum pum tun up (brrt)
Stranger,
I'm a little intellectual
Some one who knows it all
I could be your summer special
You could be my New York doll - my doll
I'm a little ...
I'm a little intellectual
Some one who knows it all
I could be your summer special
You could be my New York doll, my doll
I'm a little
Lord, forgive me for my sins, used to pray to get a brick
Nigga icy like it's hockey, and I'm playin' with them sticks
He don't like me, but he
I nodded at a sermon
Billy Graham barely got through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I'm not a bit ashamed of it
A rapier wit
Kept Serge
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,
I, I want you to know right now
You're not the only one
I want you to know right now
And I, I'd like you to understand
I'm just a simple man
I want
You're romance
You're 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
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!
can't hear me by my sound
I'm a fucking killer now
I am running super loud
Even when i put you down
You can't hear me by my sound
You will be dead
Before
Twitchy with Tourette's
That's not an option I hate myself
I'll go left and you go fuck yourself
Sic Semper Tyrannis
I'm stabbing Voodoo dolls
If you see
to a T
Everybody wants your reality
Gotta flaunt no flaws like a Barbie doll
Got a perfect picture double tap by all
But it's just a movie you put out to see
That
I don't believe a word you say
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
I know you do your best but still I
Cannot help myself to cry
I'm not a doll who smiles
Hold on wait a minute
Don't you cry
Lady I'll make you a song
Baby it's your lullaby
I can't do no wrong when I'm looking in your eyes
Took me by
knock on the door by mistake
I come with the champagne, come with the rosé, dinner's already on me
And that Jon B in the background like you was calling
than a doll
Look so damn fresh that shit should be against the law
I'm living my life like the rules of the game and they calling the 40 a law
Money
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,
Baby, you're broccoli!
You're romance,
You're the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants, (purr), on a Roxy usher,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
Feezys
Crackers pattern themselves after the teachings of Morris Levy
But I was dubbed the greatest by the gossip
I'm King Tut to haters from this
without
I warned you once, I warned you twice
Don't say I caught you by surprise
Did you just think it was all lies
Well let me tell you
I killed all my
that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, it don't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window, where the light is strong
And they don't let a woman
that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah they don't let a woman kill
Being hurt by the one you love
It's a feeling that's hard to hide
But you don't seem to understand why
When I'm alone I sit and cry
Ask any
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