Testo Toxic - BbyMutha feat. Kindora
Testo della canzone Toxic (BbyMutha feat. Kindora), tratta dall'album Muthaz Day 3
Baby, baby, I don't want to give you, go to hell again
I need you less, I want you more, I'm 'bout to go to jail again
Screaming, 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 your glass, K out the roof in case it's 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 fucking 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, it's so romantic
When you leave, I feel a panic, satanic
I'm a addict, it's a craving, got to 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
Oh, the taste of your lips, click, clack (Load the clip, all black)
You're toxic (You a toxic nigga, I'm slipping under, nigga)
Oh, the taste of your lips, bite down (Flip the script, I can't quit it)
You're toxic (I'm addicted, I'll admit it, boy, you toxic)
Oh, the taste of your lips, click, clack (Load the clip, all black)
You're toxic (You a toxic nigga, I'm slipping under, nigga)
Oh, the taste of your lips, bite down (Flip the script, I can't quit it)
You're toxic (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 your shoulder, watch me flick it like remote controller
Bounce it like it's NOLA, now he munchin' on it like granola
Flip, flip it, Motorolla, spend that money on me, gorgonzola
Squeeze on the dick, I shake it up, you bust 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 it's a stroller, pump it, Super Soaker
Grip on my neck, my favorite choker, I just want to hold ya
Bitches won't compare to me, I told ya, I keep my composure
That hoe don't want you, she want exposure flexing my leftovers
I never said I wasn't no bird, but parrots over vultures
I let you slide 'cause you a nigga, it's 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
Oh, the taste of your lips, click, clack (Load the clip, all black)
You're toxic (You a toxic nigga, I'm slipping under, nigga)
Oh, the taste of your lips, bite down (Flip the script, I can't quit it)
You're toxic (I'm addicted, I'll admit it, boy, you toxic)
Oh, the taste of your lips, click, clack (Load the clip, all black)
You're toxic (You a toxic nigga, I'm slipping under, nigga)
Oh, the taste of your lips, bite down (Flip the script, I can't quit it)
You're toxic (I'm addicted, I'll admit it, boy, you toxic)
Oh, the taste of your lips, click, clack (Load the clip, all black)
You're toxic (You a toxic nigga, I'm slipping under, nigga)
Oh, the taste of your lips, bite down (Flip the script, I can't quit it)
You're toxic (I'm addicted, I'll admit it, boy, you toxic)
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Singleton, Erik Belz, Lauren Hungate
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