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Toxic
Songer, D Double E, Jordy, Arka, Shakes
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Yes, yes
Let's go
You are not on the same level as I
These bars will make your adrenaline rise
And when I'm inside, I got bad boys showin' their feminine side
They're jealous of my potential
To make the world treat like ketamine highs
If mad salty, I'll pepper him twice
If talent comes down to melanin, why
Am I so much harder than you?
Pickin' up green like a gardener do
Start to gadoo, I put half of the queue
In some fat-off plate and start sparkin' a zoo
And now I'm inventin' mode, I'm inventin' most of the flows you know
And the clothes you own, I've already worn
The future's here, I'm already born
Look, she told me she toxic too
If I get caught out, I'ma tell her it's her fault
Passed out, hurl on, arc her, I'm an arsehole
She want 3.5 with a white
How about 8.5 in your torso?
She can have this dick, lul
She ain't ever gettin' that passcode
She's cute to me, said, "Ooh, this stuff's quite new to me"
Look, but I drop one or two lines and I got her on board Charcuterie
On high grade in the zoo, you see
And then I went uni and got a new degree
Look, I ain't ever need no ten-card, two-fives, they like two to three
Yes, yes
When we sayin' party, that is what it (bow, bow, bow, bow)
Set the life for a change man, hmm
Yeah I lied, now when I'm in stage it blacked out Ray Ban
So I said they weren't rating the kid, but they all got made fans (ha-ha)
I don't like gangs who are put on, can get wiped off like white girls spray tans
Close to my real ones far from flake hands
Gangstas, they posted, feelin' like mailman (they do)
If you wanna hit once, show you the pattern, it's no kaleidoscope
Can't jump on my wave when it comes to the money
I bet a five G, you won't ride the boat
So you know I make guola, pounds, dollar
Hate me? Suck your m-
Thought it was Pete, but now I'm on a song with Songa
Bigger man, please don't bother
Flippin' hell, I had a big boy chain on my neck
Big fat chaps on the wrist
Back then I was takin' a piss
Had a gold ring on every finger
Already lookin' like a rapper
I was already lookin' like a singer
Put the food in the king on a football pitch, I was the left winger
Brand new range in the shed
Brand new range in the garage
I might put on some old school raga
I might put on some old school garage (come on, come on)
Horses without the carriage
Cost you a lot, it would do a lot of damage
Back then I had dents in my bowl
Not one door, both
Fans, them on me, they all wanna rush me, boo
So long now my eye, them crusty
Stay on my toes so I don't get rusty
Talks like a op, then he must be
I usually tell bouncers, allow the pat down
He ain't gotta, just trust me
I usually air text when they come through, lusty
Then the same girls just cuss me, yeah
I told that girl, don't stress me
And she got a bit testy
And you know me, I don't like drama
So I moved to the bestie
See a lot of things changed since man last dropped
He was in the car when I got dropped
I can't have a broski there, I don't trust
I can't have a broski shakin' with opps
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Man's pullin' up in a blacked-out Audi
Acting rowdy, bad men 'round me
There's a 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, man's too cold
Get a chaplet round me, what?
Man, get waxin' now, G
S-O-N-G-E to the R
Be the best flow, man, bring heat with the bars
Don't sleep fine at six in the morning
But swear down, don't sleep in the yard
Always rollin' zoops, I'm fifties
No guns, I use my fingers
I am outside the box like Davin Luiz when he shoots from distance, bow
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