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Toxic Love (feat. MOTHER KONG)

by Vicki Street

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It's always the same thing with you We always go about a month or two Then you wanna Pop back in like We ain't just do what we did All my love be toxic these days Heart be dark like Kunte Kinte Remember what we always do Go a month or two Now we in the loop And catching up & shit Must've not hurt that bad to see me sad Blocked me on ya Instagram I can't be mad Cuz shorty's lookin good as shit I dyed my hair to licorice and niggas wanna lick His fan duel pick I been peepin thee alignment and ya timing Shawty got me on consignment And selling wolf tickets Is you done or is you finished I got a minute but with you I ain't tryna spend it I'm kinda busy with my new life had to build it from scratch I must say my best glow up I can thank you for that I got my pick of niggas and I roll with bad bitches The goddess on another level Check the bezel Cuz I been cuttin off niggas quick Frozone with it Den flooded the whole AP 30 inch weave They like she go crazy Another name for fugazi Like how you tried to play me Said I wasn't going no where Why you manipulate me Who these folks up in our business tryna Ricky Lake me Adding insult to the injury I'm a different lady Could've had yo baby but we both know That's a no go You fumbling my heart It ain't no bouncing on yo pogo And ain't no more photos of who I'm talking to I'm croppin niggas out the picture I might leave an arm or two I'm a doozy Hella choosy I gotta be No more time for the ungrateful peasantry A queen The femme fatale Coldest in Chitown You'll never find another and I heard that from your grandmother Cuz if you wanted to then you would I ain't gon never beg another soul to treat me how they should All my love be toxic these days Heart be dark like Kunte Kinte Remember what we always do Go a month or two Now we in the loop And catching up & shit Must've not hurt that bad to see me sad Blocked me on ya Instagram I can't be mad Cuz shorty's lookin good as shit I dyed my hair to licorice and niggas wanna lick This love ain't shit Smoke is in the air tonight You gon make me write a fuckin Phil Collins song Every Time you do me wrong Now your ring tone is your body's callin That Pretty Ricky That's what I be wantin Gotta protect it on my sleeve I would wear it Only thing you gotta do to it is cherish it I'm talking about my heart Do you even care what happed to my car An accident right off the e-way I went right I could've left all in the same day Preppin for the biggest performance of my life in a day And I can't even call a cab if I wanted I'm like damn I was hungry And I really wanted to let you know Cuz when you were down on yo luck I ain't never give a fuck I took from my family's crib and I fixed you meals And in the times my mama didn't like you I still Fucked with me before the fame when we had to steal Remember you was sayin we would touch mills millions I couldn't even pay no bills I just existed Too blind to see how you was bossin up off my assistance To lust and be in love I never really knew the difference Remember every single moment we spent in the kitchen You baggin up the weed I was doin' dishes That shit was sexy as hell We was on the run as hell We got fucked up on Fridays like Ezel Rappin at the dinner table like show n tell And I was honest with somebody else about bills My pride was where the paper lied and now I got chills You knew just when to stroke my ego and when to chill And when to go casper Then to reappear To be used for what I got ain't my biggest fear But to be known for what I'm not is when we gotta stop For real If you are worried bout where I was at when you called me I was get my life Back together Had to sever All these motherfuckin soul ties If you are worried bout where I was at when you called me I was living my life Rooftop Poolside Soho Reclaiming my time If you are worried bout where I was at when you called me I was get my life Back together Had to sever All these motherfuckin soul ties If you are worried bout where I was at when you called me I was living my life Rooftop Poolside Soho Reclaiming my time

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