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Toddler Video (MV)




Performed By: Joyde1k
Length: 2:03
Written by: Anthony Ford




Joyde1k - Toddler Lyrics
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Every since a toddler always wanted be a baller
Hurt my wrist from cooking dope can someone call me a doctor
She peck me like a chicken give me brain just like a scholar
I might knockout a nigga out growing up i was a brawler
Ballin baby cash out
All i do is spazz out
She seen me then passed out
Yeah paper what im bout
Heading to that paper out
I might pull that draco out
Niggas leeching off of me
Like a plant I had to sprout
Bad bitches and they are tens
Skinny thots and they have tans
Fendi holding up my glock
Shawty grabbing on my pants
Like a jet I can not land
Boi you broke youll never win
Bitches f*cking on they friends
Niggas snitching on they mans
Any smoke ill let you know
Im no hoe i let it go
Staying down I kept ten toes
I cant work at Clothing store
Cause a nigga never fold
I been really laying low
Just been stacking up my dough
All this ice on my so cold
And she lick me like snow cones
Ask yo bitch lets get it on
Stroke that hoe yeah all night long
There you go blow up her phone
She text you back not coming home
Put yo homie on the phone and ask his ass who put him on
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Every since a toddler always wanted be a baller
Hurt my wrist from cooking dope can someone call me a doctor
She peck me like a chicken give me brain just like a scholar
I might knockout a nigga out growing up i was a brawler
Ballin baby cash out
All i do is spazz out
She seen me then passed out
Yeah paper what im bout
Heading to that paper out
I might pull that draco out
Niggas leeching off of me
Like a plant I had to sprout
Bad bitches and they are tens
Skinny thots and they have tans
Fendi holding up my glock
Shawty grabbing on my pants
Like a jet I can not land
Boi you broke youll never win
Bitches f*cking on they friends
Niggas snitching on they mans
Any smoke ill let you know
Im no hoe i let it go
Staying down I kept ten toes
I cant work at Clothing store
Cause a nigga never fold
I been really laying low
Just been stacking up my dough
All this ice on my so cold
And she lick me like snow cones
Ask yo bitch lets get it on
Stroke that hoe yeah all night long
There you go blow up her phone
She text you back not coming home
Put yo homie on the phone and ask his ass who put him on
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Writer: Anthony Ford
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