Lyrics:
By her sweet perfume she was gone for a minute
But you know how girls do
She steps back in the room
Fully dressed
Some dude with a gun to her back
His
just trying to get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Girl
Little boys and little girls
Playing parts in little worlds
Little girls and little boys
Properties and little toys
Inside the doll's house
a name, and some clout
And put down a lick, by shootiing his boss in his mouth
He stole his money, hid the body when he covered it
Peepin for his part,
I'm on the internet, posing as a little girl
I'm trying to lure evil into my world
I tell 'em that I'm curious and I'm only twelve
Mom and dad are
the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high
Tell the girl a comical lie just keep the conversation high
Tell the girl a comical lie just keep
man's girl, even I know that
But she's devised some plan to stab him in the back
Knife in hand, says their relationship's hangin' by a strand
So she's
girl-e-o
Bimbo is a little boy who's got a million friends
And every time he passes by they all invite him in
He'll clap his hands and sing and dance talk
his way to the small little class
Where he is greeted by his teacher the young Mrs. Glass
Hello, welcome, come in, say hi
Class this is Dracula he stood
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
the properties to his name, this got them arguing most of the time (they even fought at times), although she had the support of her little sister, it wasn’t all
He's the little pretzel man
He's got his twisted pretzel hands
He's got his a pretzel wife
That he's loved all his pretzel life
And he's got himself
killin' these bitches)
Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they have parental
Baby girl forgot to wear panties
So I smacked her on the bum bum
Baby girl love her daddy
Daddy, he play rough
And daddy like to make his baby girl
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
drove by his house, so who you tryin' to dial
If you're lookin' for an answer, you're probably gonna find it now
And to the man in the hat standing
downtown and put him up in one of the
Pleasure hotels.
They brought him back out and said, "Set him up!",
Cous's payin' for.
His money got a little
Just me and you girl just me and you
Just me and you girl just me and you
I love your cute little voice she like hi guys
Wishing on stars
window
He shoved his car keys through her dirty little teeth
But Marla got her fingers on the trigger
She grabbed her little Tommy by the hair
The pistol
the beer is getting flat
Lookin' for a girl I ran into a guy
His name is MCA, I said, "Howdy" he said, "Hi"
He told a little story that sounded well
been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little
the mirror for luck
Said don't you know
All those little
Brown-eyed girls
Want playboys of the southwestern world
Long around
Our eighteenth year
We
hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck
Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls
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