Nba YoungBoy - Toxic (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Nba YoungBoy - Toxic (en) Lyrics
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We'll count it up
We'll use it, yeah (AB)
I got embers after when
I tie the weak, yeah
It ain't nothin' I can't afford,
in the Hellcat, press record
I can't take no chances, no, I'm
gon' ride with the stick
Bloody nigga, I'm gon' show,
all my feelings overboard
I'ma pop my shit and I got
rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum nigga, with that
bag, ain't who they want
Felt like from that shit that get
'em pleased and now they on me
They gon' play my song, that's if
they end up all alone, yeah
I'm on another level, gеt another tailor,
comin' out like I'm outfitted
I ain't signin' that dеal,
I got to another bidder if
I find an amount bigger
He took that green flag and that red,
representin' a grave digger
I'm leavin' demons all in her head, tryna
make sure she think different
This my monkey suit (Go)
I hit licks inside that fit
and send shots out that
coupe (Out that coupe)
I'm too rich to take these risks
but still gon' step on you
Took my cash, man, chain, come
out the window, shoot
Steady blowin' that strap straight at
your brain 'til I shoot through
I need a hunnid mill', I done
shed a hunnid tears
He said, "Cool," and I say, "Fire"
They know niggas die for real
Prolly fire shells up in all my rides
Bury him, he stay concealed
4KTrey, get faced lil' bitch
Plan on slangin' all out on a tear
I can't take no chances, no,
gon' ride with the stick
Bruh, that nigga, I'm gon' show,
all my feelings overboard
Stack it up, breakin' up, we countin'
out red, you cover the whole scene
Step on 'em, the conscience
that fuck with my head,
accept it like protein
Nigga, rockabye, tryin', I
put 'em to bed, get put in
a long-sleeve (Status)
Ball right, too much Off-White,
I want Alexander McQueen
Takin' one off and I ain't
takin' one bean
Buy like an iPhone, taste no lean
I just want the bitch,
finna get some credit
She gon' want me for to get her a ring
Yeah, yeah, Top leave red on the scene
Covered in gunpowder, still too clean
Five percent with a strong-ass scent
In an all-white car,
you know that's me
Prolly all-red, nigga know a big B
Old lame ass niggas ain't
better than me
Now I'm on seven but then I get three
Still won't stop, I'ma count
on my feet (Come here)
Tell me what they hear about
I'm stuntin' it, like,
who better than me?
Let the reverend speak, Christian
Loub' on feet
Murder have me bleak,
bitch, be deceased
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