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