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Toxic (feat. Bad Boy Chiller Crew) (Explicit) - Nines/Bad Boy Chiller Crew
Composed by：Nines/Bad Boy Chiller Crew/Jacob Manson
Produced by：Dizzy/Jacob Manson
She's sayin' I'm toxic
We're bad for each other but the sex is good
I ain't crazy I'm just misunderstood
I wanna leave her if I could I would
She's sayin' I'm toxic uh
'Cause I don't love her like I love the hood
Still waterin' plants
Cost more than my Warner advance
Told them bouncers to don't touch mе
When I walk in the dance me a badman
I don't listen to rap R&B gettin' pumped in the shower
I went jail and got bigger
Like when Mario jumps on the flower
I'm the frontman I put my estate on the map
Had to drop out my youngers for shavin' a pack
I love all my niggas I pray they don't lack
If I lost all my dough I can make it all back
Last year we barely eat now I **** on Amiri sheets
And even though I'm on licence I got top shelfs there for cheap
Yo I ain't gotta stunt for the 'Gram 'cause
You know what I'm on
Walk in the club it's like we're holdin' it up
Roast with a pub bruddas know where I'm from
These are my sons bruddas know what I done
Hot topic and I love it
If it's not about money don't talk to me
I can make a big stack for my hard money
Two-fifty gonna dash check the car I'm pullin'
Yo **** a GTI this a GTS
Drinks at mine baby be my guest
I don't read my texts I don't need no stress
Drinks at mine I shut my eyes you 'bout to see me best
Know we shut **** down when we hit your capital
****'s gone mad now we're international
Gangster on the ball flipped and the ball
Drivin' in the Porsche I can feel the torque
Yeah my life's so good that I gotta thank God
BBCC know we got it on lock
HDTV might see me on job
Know that money don't stop when we're livin' life up
Got a big boy Porsche outside the drive
Been pulled more times than a horny guy's
Bit by dip lights doin' forty-five yo yo
Big body team Tronics keep rollin' by
Yo fly like a phoenix
Fly like a G6
Glide with the keys in
Like I'm a feelin'
High for no reason
Fly for the season
Life of the evenin' time for the weekend
Pull up with her p***y out pull up in that fully black
Gully Jack
Pull up like Money Mac
Tell me where the honeys at
Gotta go nuts with the gang
I just wanna party 'til land