Toy
Hey Toy
You was every mans play toy
You was the best of all tricks
Because you loved to lick you was so sick
High you was at the top of your game
Tricking you should be in the hall of fame
Because you made a man fall in love
While you robbed and stole and everything above
You was the hardest working girl on the whore stro
You’d work a husband and his wife on the down low
On the fast track to madness
While creating misery and sadness
You lived to use
Yourself you abused
To society you was bad news
In a wasted life you have paid your dues
Tricking freaking and seeking to get paid
You made your bed you had it made
You was the master of disaster
Uncontrollable with no master
To keep the drug flow
Twenty four seven you stayed on the whore stro
Never loyal to one man
For some crack you was too much in demand
You sold your daughter to the dope man
And you freaked with him as much as you can
Your daddy abused you as a child
Destroyed you inside and that’s putting it mild
Now you are sick wit it and wild
Blind cripple crazy and foul
Chaos was your lifestyle
You’ve got the devil beat by a mile
For you this was not about the money
Suicide and hell and ain’t nothings funny
Love was your enemy
You didn’t wonna be free
You were too far gone to open your eyes and see
The sweet taste of death is the way it’s gonna be
Life couldn’t get out your way fast enough
To know you was rough to love you was tough
You was the hardest working girl on the whore stro
You’d work a husband and his wife on the down low
On the fast track to madness
While creating misery and sadness
You lived to use
Yourself you abused
To society you was bad news
In a wasted life you have paid your dues
You was the hardest working girl on the whore stro
You’d work a husband and his wife on the down low
On the fast track to madness
While creating misery and sadness
You lived to use
Yourself you abused
To society you was bad news
In a wasted life you have paid your dues
You was every mans play toy
You was the best of all tricks
Because you loved to lick you was so sick
High you was at the top of your game
Tricking you should be in the hall of fame
Because you made a man fall in love
While you robbed and stole and everything above
You was the hardest working girl on the whore stro
You’d work a husband and his wife on the down low
On the fast track to madness
While creating misery and sadness
You lived to use
Yourself you abused
To society you was bad news
In a wasted life you have paid your dues
Tricking freaking and seeking to get paid
You made your bed you had it made
You was the master of disaster
Uncontrollable with no master
To keep the drug flow
Twenty four seven you stayed on the whore stro
Never loyal to one man
For some crack you was too much in demand
You sold your daughter to the dope man
And you freaked with him as much as you can
Your daddy abused you as a child
Destroyed you inside and that’s putting it mild
Now you are sick wit it and wild
Blind cripple crazy and foul
Chaos was your lifestyle
You’ve got the devil beat by a mile
For you this was not about the money
Suicide and hell and ain’t nothings funny
Love was your enemy
You didn’t wonna be free
You were too far gone to open your eyes and see
The sweet taste of death is the way it’s gonna be
Life couldn’t get out your way fast enough
To know you was rough to love you was tough
You was the hardest working girl on the whore stro
You’d work a husband and his wife on the down low
On the fast track to madness
While creating misery and sadness
You lived to use
Yourself you abused
To society you was bad news
In a wasted life you have paid your dues
You was the hardest working girl on the whore stro
You’d work a husband and his wife on the down low
On the fast track to madness
While creating misery and sadness
You lived to use
Yourself you abused
To society you was bad news
In a wasted life you have paid your dues
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