Toys "r" Us Lyrics - Cupcakke

[Verse 1] 

Blowing up my phone cause I got bomb pussy 

I'm not from the hood I am from my mom pussy 

I talk shit thats what I do, talk shit till my face blue 

You doing good when they hate you 

These bitches kiddie like Babe Ruth 

Comprehend I'm not yo friend I forever trend like Timberlands 

I don't never count what I'm finna spend 

My money right dont need a pen 

Come out slaying with the hottest look 

Make yo nigga come out his pocketbook 

It ain't a date just a dinner plate 

These frog legs, such elite buffet 

Back to the streets I gotta get me a buck 

Condoms not needed cause, don't give a fuck 

My homies told me who they bout to rush 

I won't say shit like the old movie hush 

Cause I'm not no snitch but I am that bitch 

All because I'm in the light do not mean I'm gone switch 

No my nigga this is not a rental 

You gone need a dental if you fuck with me 

Lay a nigga down in the ground 

If he really think he got one up on me 

On the highway in my Jeeper creeper 

Paid for this bitch off straight features 

If you ain't getting paid everyday like it's Friday 

Fuck out my face like bye Felicia 

Friday.... Felicia ....only real niggas get it, (yea, yea) 

Lets get it 

[Hook] 

Bitches out here acting tough , I'm tryna ignore the fuss 

Cause I don't play with people kids 

Bitch this ain't Toys R Us (Nah) 

Bitch this ain't Toys R Us (Nah) 

I came up from the rough 

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[Verse 2] 

The squad with me yeah we get paid 

While yall bitches looking pre-paid 

No T-Pain but this tea will leave a nigga in pain 

With a migraine when I spill it 

Anything I do I kill it, this Peruvian bitch feel it 

Fake hair but I'm the realest 

I'm hard head you can't tell me nothing 

I'm going in like a belly button 

And on every beat that I see just label it "RIP" 

We only pals if it's PayPal or get the fuck away from me 

And to keep this shit G, I got more music than Glee 

We got beef cause he got roast 

And I got more power than ghost 

And I got more ledges than soap 

Cause I burn bread like toast 

Bitch try it, bullets flying niggas dying now 

You put that on God but you still lying, wow! 

Sad case, goofy running in a fast pace 

Looking like a track star knowing this yo last day 

Niggas already know what I'm about 

What's the amount? Let me check yo account 

I'm never lacking I change up my route 

Bitches out looking for me like a scout 

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