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bbymutha – TOXIC lyrics
Baby baby
I don't wanna give you
Go to hell again
I need you less
I want you more
I’m bout to go to jail again
Screamin, broken nails again
I'm up under your spell again
Your web again
Wrap me up in scandal
Down to fail again
Just to feel your body over mine
Taste me like a wine
Swirling round ya glass
K out the roof
In case its hammer time
Drip all down my back
He can't relax
He gotta hit the trap
He never give me me
He in the streets
I want my nigga back
I know i don’t own ya
I don't wanna
I don't like to lose
I can't let you use me
Ain't no groupie
Ain't no fuckin muse
Lacing up my tennis shoes
I'm bout to give your ass the blues
Pouting in your passenger
Know i'm hard to handle
Know i’m damaged
When you bleed, its so romantic
When you leave i feel a panic
It’s satanic, i'm an addict
It’s a craving, gotta have it
My wrath and feel my madness
Treat me like i ain't the baddest
Light my fire, turn to ashes
You ain't worth it nigga
Hook:
Taste of ya lips
Click, clack
Load the clip
All black
You a toxic nigga
I'm slippin under nigga
Taste of ya lips
Bite down, flip the script
I can’t quit it
I'm addicted, i'll admit it
Boy, you toxic
Daddy, daddy
Won't you bend me over
I hate being sober
Line me up, we smoking out the rover
Window up, it's colder
Leg on ya shoulder
Watch me flick it like remote controller
Bounce it like its NOLA
Now he munchin on it like granola
Flip it, motorola
Spend that money on me, gorgonzola
Squeeze on the dick
I shake it up, you buss like coca cola
Ain't met my quota
Let me ride
Insert another quarter
Wake me up like folgers
One more round, no limit
I'm a soldier
Push it from the back like its a stroller
Pump it, super soaker
Grip all on my neck, my favorite choker
I just wanna hold ya
Bitches won't compare to me, i told ya
I keep my composure
That hoe don't want you, she want exposure
Flexin my leftovers
I never said i wasn't no bird
But parrots over vultures
I let you slide cuz you a nigga
Its part of your culture
I'm not a beggar, i'm a chooser
You a loser, i'm a loss
You a sin, i'm on the cross
You see my crown, nigga
I don't wanna give you
Go to hell again
I need you less
I want you more
I’m bout to go to jail again
Screamin, broken nails again
I'm up under your spell again
Your web again
Wrap me up in scandal
Down to fail again
Just to feel your body over mine
Taste me like a wine
Swirling round ya glass
K out the roof
In case its hammer time
Drip all down my back
He can't relax
He gotta hit the trap
He never give me me
He in the streets
I want my nigga back
I know i don’t own ya
I don't wanna
I don't like to lose
I can't let you use me
Ain't no groupie
Ain't no fuckin muse
Lacing up my tennis shoes
I'm bout to give your ass the blues
Pouting in your passenger
Know i'm hard to handle
Know i’m damaged
When you bleed, its so romantic
When you leave i feel a panic
It’s satanic, i'm an addict
It’s a craving, gotta have it
My wrath and feel my madness
Treat me like i ain't the baddest
Light my fire, turn to ashes
You ain't worth it nigga
Hook:
Taste of ya lips
Click, clack
Load the clip
All black
You a toxic nigga
I'm slippin under nigga
Taste of ya lips
Bite down, flip the script
I can’t quit it
I'm addicted, i'll admit it
Boy, you toxic
Daddy, daddy
Won't you bend me over
I hate being sober
Line me up, we smoking out the rover
Window up, it's colder
Leg on ya shoulder
Watch me flick it like remote controller
Bounce it like its NOLA
Now he munchin on it like granola
Flip it, motorola
Spend that money on me, gorgonzola
Squeeze on the dick
I shake it up, you buss like coca cola
Ain't met my quota
Let me ride
Insert another quarter
Wake me up like folgers
One more round, no limit
I'm a soldier
Push it from the back like its a stroller
Pump it, super soaker
Grip all on my neck, my favorite choker
I just wanna hold ya
Bitches won't compare to me, i told ya
I keep my composure
That hoe don't want you, she want exposure
Flexin my leftovers
I never said i wasn't no bird
But parrots over vultures
I let you slide cuz you a nigga
Its part of your culture
I'm not a beggar, i'm a chooser
You a loser, i'm a loss
You a sin, i'm on the cross
You see my crown, nigga
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