the reason why he moves like that That's my motherfucking toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gonna pop that gat You don't want to play with my toy soldier
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you strong, here's where you belong I ain't perfect, but I promise I won't do you wrong Keep you away from harm, my love is protected I'll wrap you in my
, all my trust I gave it to him So I guess I fell in love, I fell in love with a toy soldier I let down my guard 'cause you were my guard But who protects
with me This shit keeps calling me like ring, pick it up Come over boy, turn me over boy Play with me, lemme be ya sleepover toy Wind me up like a soldier
's my aim Gimme, gimme your hands, gimme, gimme your minds Gimme, gimme your hands, gimme, gimme your minds Gimme, gimme this, gimme, gimme that Toy tin soldiers
'all my visions Never had a job but still takin' all my business No G.E.D only the promo what's my lyrics I rhyme heavenly and let soldiers off the appearance
the speakers keep a toy in the trunk of the 'lac A reformed D boy use to run into traps Still a soldier do to war if you running your trap About my girls
Pa pa ra ra Pa pa ra ra Pa pa ra ra Pa pa ra ra Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore Four score, seven bullets Yeah, hit the floor nigga
We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers I'm supposed to be the soldier who
to my d***, then what1 the hell, jay z on the t.v. singin' oh damn, he's so a racing. ok i just lost it, now i'm playing toy soldiers on the f***** bin
Inc do your thing motherfuckers You unleased on a team who expects nothing less then RnB coming from that regime Regime is a little extreme neck to neck with soldiers
so Murda Inc do your thing motherfuckers you unleased on a team who expects nothing less then RnB coming from that regime regime is a little extreme neck to neck with soldiers
Close your eyes, beddy bye tin soldier Mommy says that it's time for sleep If my folks were wiser and older They'd know kids and toys don't need sleep
, butter, mec It's so good to be here yeah baby that's the style The jazz can fill a club or papers by the pile Just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could
s psyche The only snitch in my life is the chick tryin' to split up me and wifey You think you like me, I'm aight with that I don't even call my nigga
I drown my gift and yeah it's probably unhealthy 'Cause I went so hard and woke up sober I lost my good friend and broke up soldiers Loco, goin' hard
off Mrs. Claus, Mrs. Claus, bring me my robe & my slippers I gotta go! [Ghostface Killah] Smell the pinetrees in the air, sleigh bells are ringing Toy
