MILK MOB - IN THA CLOSET Lyrics

Imma Killa
Finna getcha U scared
Betcha didn't see me in there
Watching you put on your hair
Everyone's got a secret trap door
It's normally under the floorboards
You boys get me hard in those short shorts
Bouncing your balls in the squash court
Better got boys on my arm
Faster than wives on a farm
Like my pasta with Parm
Slurp the boys up with my charm
If I have a little drink I might just kiss you on your cheek
Better think before I sink into this kinky f*ckin beat

(Sophia, if you knew...)

This boy has
This boy has good feelings
He feels as if his feelings are feeling kind of feeling
This boy has high feelings deep in his coy
His coy dipped in soy
This boy has feelings and he's not a toy
Boy toy
Toy in a boy
He's a boy boy
Toy boy
Boy toy
Toy toy
Boy toy
Boy toy dipped in soy
Boy toy

I wish I was a girl
Come through all black curls
Man, I just need some sleep
Need a boy to get down on his knees
Need a BBC deep inside me
Boy toy
Pony boy
Pony toy
Pony boy
I am your boy toy
Pony boy
Pony boy
Boy toy
Pony boy