Toxic

Been toxic you telling me I'm a lick
That's a joke
That shit just like a joke You feel me
Been toxic you telling me I'm a lick
Let me tell you bout them dimes eight and quarter zips
Money conversion power and the bitch you wanting it
All you gone get dick titties and maybe lips

Mission get the money and ball and I wanna call
Money conversion my packs and they bouta deal
Why you wanna stall and I'm stacking my money tall
Why you wanna call the shots and I wanna chill
Don't tell my why you stupid lil niggas come and you steal
Why you stealing
You wanna meal
I want a mil
Been toxic and you telling me bitches they wanna feel
Time To kill
I got to deal
Money paper stack it still
Til cil
I want deal
You want to deal
I ain't talking about singing the paper I wanna Deal
Phone call
I wanna deal
It's the plug pick it up
Drug Deal

I'm talking about stacking my paper All up to the cil Till the ceiling
What u mean a ceiling you fucking fiend
You want man
I want them bandz
You ain't talking
I'm offing all of your mans pop pop pop
Cuz I can
I pop a xan
Pop a what
I pop a xan
Been toxic and you telling me
Bitches think I'm a lick
Let me tell you bout dimes 10 they fuck a fit
Money ain't even part of a bitches trying get lit
They just wanna get some dick and the rent ain't paying it
They really wanna go spit
I wanna bitch
Wedding ring and I sip
And I wanna sit
Forth cup and I'm be sipping I'm really gone be sick
Talking about lying bitches they really wasting my shit
Wasting my shit
Wasting my shit
Wasting my shit
Wasting my shit

Been toxic you telling me I'm a lick I'ma what
Let me tell you bout them dimes eight and quarter zips
Money conversion power and the bitch you wanting it
All you gone get dick titties and maybe lips

Maybe lips
Maybe this dick
Smoke a pound for free maybe the zip



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Writer(s): Jay Cesar
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