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big homiie g - toxic lyrics

[intro]
(cashout, what it do, fufu?)
what it do, fu?
mm, woah (woah)
woah (woah)

[chorus]
this b+tch callin’ me toxic, i know it, i’m f+ckin’ her and her friend, for sure
i’m out of town with her like i’m on tour, when we go shoppin’, it’s christian dior
she from atlanta, flew her to new york, she like denise, bet she ball her a sport
i bought her some titties, now we on the court, baby so fine, she hot as a torch
baby so fine, she top tier, “what you got in that cup, g?” not beer
got a text from my friend, like, “get in there,” whole time, her bestie right here
i’m choppin’ ’em both like hibachi (hibachi), i’m f+ckin’ ’em good on the roxies (ugh)
i don’t f+ck with n+ggas like n+z+ (nah), i won’t let ’em play me like crotchet (play me like crotchet)

[verse 1]
i can’t let ’em play me, stop it (stop it), you know what, matter of fact, n+gga, this c+cky (this c+cky)
racks on me, i’ll pop it (i’ll pop it), racks on me, no wallet (no)
f+ck with her too, she’ll take this d+ck out anywhere (where?) and swallow it (woah)
she so good, i’m hollerin’ (uh), she givin’ me brain, knowledge (uh)
her p+ssy be water, faucet (faucet), she addicted, wan’ be in my body (my body)
she like, “g, you no regular artist” (no), i just smile and i hit the exotic (exotic)
she like, “i know your t++th cost a fortune (sixty), when you cheese, it look like a portrait (they crispy)
when i saw her, she got straight to it (ooh), i ain’t have time to take off my forces (ooh)
[chorus]
this b+tch callin’ me toxic, i know it, i’m f+ckin’ her and her friend, for sure
i’m out of town with her like i’m on tour, when we go shoppin’, it’s christian dior
she from atlanta, flew her to new york, she like denise, bet she ball her a sport
i bought her some titties, now we on the court, baby so fine, she hot as a torch
baby so fine, she top tier, “what you got in that cup, g?” not beer
got a text from my friend, like, “get in there,” whole time, her bestie right here
i’m choppin’ ’em both like hibachi (hibachi), i’m f+ckin’ ’em good on the roxies (ugh)
i don’t f+ck with n+ggas like n+z+ (nah), i won’t let ’em play me like crotchet (play me like crotchet, woah)

[verse 2]
i’m back in the city, got up with her friend, she in my face like, “g, where you been?”
i replied and told her, “new york,” she said, “i know, saw you on the floor”
“tell me, why you always with the hoes?” b+tch, don’t act like you don’t know (b+tch)
this sh+t ain’t no secret, i’m keepin’ it p, this how i go when you f+ckin’ with me
i don’t trust a soul, i come from the streets, i be rappin’ my life on beats (woah)
don’t confront me about hoes, you know this sh+t weak, if you f+ckin’ with me, then you f+ckin’ with me
stay down, better not go against me, if you lookin’ for love, you gon’ find yourself empty
i’m from the home of pimpin’, memphis, i popped a perc’, then i put her to sleep (ugh)

- big homiie g lyrics

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