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Salt-N-Pepa - Boy Toy lyrics
Yeah, heh heh S-N-P, hmm, for you Brand New, uh, uh, uh, yeah Chorus: Boy toy, I love you so Temporary lover, never let you go I spend my money on you Boy toy, I love you so Never no stress, let's keep this flow I know you feel the same way, too Sandra "Pepa" Denton: Where you been all my life No diamonds on her fingers But I know you got a wifey, boo, word to life No proof, cuz Pepa got plans for you Reservations for two on a flight to Honolulu No disrespect, for losin' sweats You take the keys to my Lex, and this here blank check So shop till you drop, thanks to hip-hop you tight Have you fly, F.B.I. wanna indict Bet you shit is right, got my daisies Goin' crazy, the 20 ways you laid me, uh Now come and bathe me, wanna get high Take this helicopter ride From the westside down to the eastside Pick a highrise, I'll buy, uh, you know why Cuz you're all that, no commitments, no lies Never settle for less, I'm the best, no stress So rests, yes, my boy toy Chorus Cheryl "Salt" James: (Seeking) Black female (Word) seeking black male (Uh) With the nice tail, uh, not frail (That's right) I like 'em focused, 20-20 A man that needs little but gives plenty I'm never vexed givin' up no sex Unless I wanna release stress And get this shit up off my chest Enjoy how you massage my mind, at times Feedin' me some knowledge instead of tryin' to out rhyme Not insecure, for sure, not bored Send you a first class ticket when I'm out on tour Show me a lot of love in the club You know your place, you give me my space, stay out my face A G worth a cristal, for you and your pals I love to see the other women yearn waitin' on their turn Money earnin', more money, cash, checks But you ain't never met a girl like this yet Salt: What's up, man You got that package I sent you Man: Yeah I got it Salt: Did you like it Man: What Salt: You know you earned it Man: Yeah Salt: Put the thing down right Chorus Deidra "Spinderella" Roper: Me and my girls chillin' at the mall, laughing and all Brother's kinda tall, you think he play ball Damn, you look live, hmmm, so fine I think I estimate about 4.5 My pockets goes high, so we can ride I'll pick you up about nine-ish Take you to the finest, masseuse And we can get loose, sleigh la bouche styles Get wild, I'll bet I leave your ass with a smile Always a mouse, Spinderella, trick cheddar I like a good fella but I love a boy toy better Cheryl "Salt" James: Cheryl James, you know my name, I love the same I check for a player with a lot of game Not a little, not tryin' to get caught in the middle Uh, I like my toy part like a Tonka truck Hit the middle, uh, like Larry Zonka, what Chorus I'm not scared to tell you (Whoo) S-N-P, it's your boy toy All day, all night Nine-seven, like heaven, baby Boy toy, I love you so Never no stress, let's keep this flow I know you feel the same way, too I ain't gon' front |
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