Toxic - Phibes Remix
Yes, yes
Let's go
My money is a jersey, it ain't hard to get
Last time I made a bad song, man, I could hardly step
I'm from a place that your favorite rappers hardly rep
It's strictly RG and tell my guard dogs, "Guard the jet"
Five meals celebration, ain't a tastier menu
My brain's a live show, I just hate the venue
Lyrics made me bread now from when I made my debut
I have a heart-to-heart with Britney, then the day continues (continues)
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinnin' 'round and 'round (round, round)
Yes, yes, and s- you know the song
Do you feel me now?
Mans pulling up in a blacked out Audi
Acting rowdy, bad men 'round me
There's party at my ex's yard, but the slag don't shout me
Man don't doubt me, man chat shit, so I slapped him loudly
Smacked him proudly, too cold, get a chap lip round me
What, man get racks in now G
If I asked you name a yute that's harder
Man better a tenner that you won't answer
Never see that yute at the after's
My mans fucked off a zoot and lager
Yeah, wasteman, can't hack a zoot and a Stella
Swingman 'round like a human propeller
If his girlfriend's cute, I'll tell her
She ain't going home with you
I spit bars, I'm chosen to
Gonna make that last like frozen food
Be the best in the world, I'm hoping too
Overdue, bare heads turn when I'm rolling through
Still cold in June, got bare notes can't fold in two
Don't chat shit, you're poking who
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinnin' 'round and 'round (round, round)
Yes, yes and s- you know the song
Do you feel me now?
Do you, do-do-do, do feel me now?
Do you, do-do-do, do feel me now?
Do you, do-do-do, do feel me now?
Do you feel me now?
Man's pullin' up in an all-white 'Rari
All night party, call my Barbie
Spit bars like Dave, kick ball like Vardy
Mans cray cray, call that Tom Hardy
You can't out bar me
Get bumped no white on car key
No filter, mans Marley
White and strong, call man Charlie
It's S-O-N-G-E to the R
Get the best flow man, bring heat with the bars
Girls leave mine at six in the morning
Swear down, don't sleep in the yard
Always rolling zoots and bifftas
No guns, I use my fingers
I am outside the box like David Luiz when he shoots from distance
Let's go
My money is a jersey, it ain't hard to get
Last time I made a bad song, man, I could hardly step
I'm from a place that your favorite rappers hardly rep
It's strictly RG and tell my guard dogs, "Guard the jet"
Five meals celebration, ain't a tastier menu
My brain's a live show, I just hate the venue
Lyrics made me bread now from when I made my debut
I have a heart-to-heart with Britney, then the day continues (continues)
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinnin' 'round and 'round (round, round)
Yes, yes, and s- you know the song
Do you feel me now?
Mans pulling up in a blacked out Audi
Acting rowdy, bad men 'round me
There's party at my ex's yard, but the slag don't shout me
Man don't doubt me, man chat shit, so I slapped him loudly
Smacked him proudly, too cold, get a chap lip round me
What, man get racks in now G
If I asked you name a yute that's harder
Man better a tenner that you won't answer
Never see that yute at the after's
My mans fucked off a zoot and lager
Yeah, wasteman, can't hack a zoot and a Stella
Swingman 'round like a human propeller
If his girlfriend's cute, I'll tell her
She ain't going home with you
I spit bars, I'm chosen to
Gonna make that last like frozen food
Be the best in the world, I'm hoping too
Overdue, bare heads turn when I'm rolling through
Still cold in June, got bare notes can't fold in two
Don't chat shit, you're poking who
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinnin' 'round and 'round (round, round)
Yes, yes and s- you know the song
Do you feel me now?
Do you, do-do-do, do feel me now?
Do you, do-do-do, do feel me now?
Do you, do-do-do, do feel me now?
Do you feel me now?
Man's pullin' up in an all-white 'Rari
All night party, call my Barbie
Spit bars like Dave, kick ball like Vardy
Mans cray cray, call that Tom Hardy
You can't out bar me
Get bumped no white on car key
No filter, mans Marley
White and strong, call man Charlie
It's S-O-N-G-E to the R
Get the best flow man, bring heat with the bars
Girls leave mine at six in the morning
Swear down, don't sleep in the yard
Always rolling zoots and bifftas
No guns, I use my fingers
I am outside the box like David Luiz when he shoots from distance
Credits
Writer(s): Pontus Winnberg, Christian Karlsson, Cathy Dennis, Henrik Jonback
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