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matt megg - toasted lyrics

(coffin k!lled the beat)

[mattmegg: verse 1]

i be goin’ dumb in this b-tch
f-ck that sh-t, boy i’m lit
check the wrist or my whip
that git foreign
brand new suorin
wit the sh-t
scoring buckets like a knick
f-ck around and hit a l!ck
cut the y, gotta bl!ck

i’m the king of the north
don’t you know i’m from boston
don’t you know that i be f-cking up the sh-t the most often
don’t you that know i be ballin’ in the field, randy mossing
and i know you know i put that beat to sleep like i’m coffin

i got flame comin’ out my mouth, trogdor
f-ck ’round with a blonde wh0r-
said we need to bond more
f-cking on a world tour
schemin’ and sh-t
beamin’ and sh-t
she’s screaming and sh-t
cuz i got the team in this b-tch

dizzy and i’m zoning
til i can’t take no more
i’ll be gone in a moment
she talked my head off joe rogan
she gone drop it down low
i’m a take one more flow
then i just gotta go
you know i leave them boys toasted
(you know i leave them boys toasted)
(you know i leave them boys toasted)
(you know i leave them boys toasted)
(you know i leave them boys toasted)

[coffin: verse 2]

runnin’ up my money and i still ain’t got no patience
i been tryna get the bag but i still don’t know what i’m chasing
at the moment i be racing
to a permanent vacation
i just hit a couple flows and now i contemplate creation
i’m adjacent to the money so you know that i’m next
got connections in this sh-t so i get it direct
she said she don’t like when i flex like the best
so i dropped her over text and that’s just cause and effect
b-tch, i’m a flex on a dumb thot
hit him with the buckshot
couple rounds in, buckshots got the block hot
criss-cross listenin’ to rick ross
rappin, eatin biscoff
tripling the income
laughing (ay!)

me and matt megg come up dashing through traffic
i’m a wake up, go to cl-sses, then we go back to g-ssin’
i got a couple lady friends and they be meetin’ my mattress
game winner, march madness, b-tch i don’t even practice(ay)
flow is oh so manic, i’m a leave ’em in a panic
so much ice up on my wrist, that i could sink the d-mn t-tanic
don’t -ssociate with fakes, i only f-ck with organics
got a bad foreign hoe feeding me some pomegranates
she ain’t even know she could f-ck ’round and get ghosted
people say we blowin’ up, but we already exploded
i just met a lil’ debbie now i’m f-ckin’ on the hostess
you know matt already told ya that we leave them boys toasted

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