're not a plaything I cry like a baby As I look back on a love so sweet I cry like a baby Every road is a lonely street I cry like a baby My heart just
might take home, we have The Johnson's baby powder and the Polo cologne Fresh dressed like a million dolla's I wore the high tops and pop the flat colla
get a '85 Back then where hustlin' was like a cup of tea How you want the glock pumped in that 43 Workin' your mail box, no building key No scat to the
