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  • Текст песни Token - Toy Story

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    Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, ah, ah

    I was eleven, i had to get stitches all over
    The side of my mouth i'm lucky to talk still
    I didn't spend any money the
    Label had given me that was my mom's deal
    I get her cryin' about me
    While she in the club imagine how I feel
    Bitch, if you ain't wanna spend all
    That time in the club
    I'd let you be mine still

    She say she'll love me forever
    Like shе see the future
    I think she's just jеalous of mine (yeah)
    They try too hard to relate to me
    They treat a minute with me
    Like it's therapy time all of a sudden
    We brothers like they got father
    In a cemetery with mine (yeah)
    And everybody waitin' for the moment that
    It's gettin' to my head
    But the only thing that's gettin'
    To my head is the
    Vein bussin' out my head when I rhyme
    Her braids wavin' through the
    End when she ride
    I play patient but I'm ready inside
    It's day light savings, he ahead of his time
    (Uh, huh)
    I'm pullin' up truck after truck, after truck
    After truck, after truck, after truck
    It look like it's a waste station
    Up ahead when I ride
    My plane put another star in the sky
    I ain't say it, I just kept it inside
    My bank statement spit a hell of a rhyme
    She play favorites and I knew she a fan
    I drove that box around the city
    I think I just trade places with the UPS man
    I'm molding the way she thinkin' and now
    She just a claymation for the music I brand
    It's part of the plan

    I was eleven, i had to get stitches all over
    The side of my mouth i'm lucky to talk still
    I didn't spend any money the
    Label had given me that was my mom's deal
    I get her cryin' about me
    While she in the club imagine how I feel
    Bitch, if you ain't wanna spend all
    That time in the club
    I'd let you be mine still

    Work like that, but I never turn my back
    Girl like that, put her on the worldwide map
    First night back
    I be giving her a white flash
    Curl that back like she do to her eyelash
    Tellin' me about her great thigh gap
    Lay right back, blow into your face: lilac
    (yeah)
    Take my cash, you can even take my pad
    Take my track, all I need is eight hi hats
    One, two, tree, four, five, six, seven, eight
    I don't wanna celebrate until I
    Get a better way i'm pullin' up to any bank
    With a couple of Escalades
    Plus a couple of breaders who
    Probably want me everyday
    I make a bitch sit where she 'posed to be at
    All she wanted was any rich
    Kid blowing her back
    Colder than winter but the whip sick
    Colder than that
    Warming 'em up like it's just the opening act
    Mama told me to break a leg
    And she was blowing a kiss
    Ended up with a leg around me
    From the hoe that I'm with
    And before I was a headliner
    You would know what it is
    'Cause it feel like a holiday
    I had to open a gift
    And it feel like a watermelon
    She spitting out every seed
    It feel like I'm sleepwalking
    I'm living out every dream
    It feel like it's Halloween but
    Not because it was sweet
    I filled the bag up by
    Walking down the street
    One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
    Eight (That's it)
    Tell 'em I'll be there even if
    I gotta come in a wheelchair
    I know I'm blessed so I gotta be fair
    (Blessed)
    Sitting with Flex and I spit to a beat there
    They said they saw that I
    Ain't wanna be there
    Grateful to bro and I wanna
    Give flowers but making me
    Do it right after I buried my father was foul
    I told her to shower 'cause we
    Going out and we got reservations
    I can't trust a new bitch again so I'll
    Just have to see who I got
    And I'll marry my favorite
    I moved to LA and my mama been anxious
    But I send her messages, keep her updated
    They told me that I look like
    Sid from the Toy Story they got jokes for me

    I I was eleven
    I had to get stitches all over
    The side of my mouth
    I'm lucky to talk still (Uh, huh)
    I didn't spend any money the
    Label had given me
    That was my mom's deal (Uh, huh)
    I get her cryin' about me
    While she in the club imagine how I feel
    Bitch, if you ain't wanna spend all
    That time in the club
    I'd let you be mine still (Uh, huh)

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