Get up out my feed
20 miles east
Punch you in the teeth
Muhammad Ali
Locked in like a convict
Lose your life in the motherf*cking mosh pit
Can't breathe, I'm a toxin
Hide your wife, now she my bitch
Bitch don't miss no payments
I'll stomp you in the pavement
I don't play for placements
I'm on her f*cking playlist
She say I'm amazing
Looking kinda wasted
I'm the one that made it
You copy and you paste it
Where the bottom of this bottle at
Need no reservation, if I name it, I want all of that
I could read your temp right from the jump just like a weatherman
Want my money, bitch you outta luck, gon' need a treasure map
Shawty pull up to the crib she wearing leather straps
Yeah I got 200 on the dash I see the checkered flag
Heavy is the head that wear the crown
But everything is mine, just look around
Baby take my hand when you feel down
Visions of you in a linen gown
Now
Locked in like a convict
Lose your life in the motherf*cking mosh pit
Can't breathe, I'm a toxin
Hide your wife, now she my bitch
They coming at me but I'm holding out, I ain't gon' run
Standing on it, kinda wanna f*ck your bitch for fun
I put some lead up in his stomach, he gon' need some tums
Leave him dead, shawty love it when I beat it up
I'm immune to your poison
Tired of all your hoe shit
Know you can't afford it
I could buy the store bitch
Now I'm all in
Hear the paper calling
You're the one that bought in
Put you in a coffin
D.no - Toxin Lyrics
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Get up out my feed
20 miles east
Punch you in the teeth
Muhammad Ali
Locked in like a convict
Lose your life in the motherf*cking mosh pit
Can't breathe, I'm a toxin
Hide your wife, now she my bitch
Bitch don't miss no payments
I'll stomp you in the pavement
I don't play for placements
I'm on her f*cking playlist
She say I'm amazing
Looking kinda wasted
I'm the one that made it
You copy and you paste it
Where the bottom of this bottle at
Need no reservation, if I name it, I want all of that
I could read your temp right from the jump just like a weatherman
Want my money, bitch you outta luck, gon' need a treasure map
Shawty pull up to the crib she wearing leather straps
Yeah I got 200 on the dash I see the checkered flag
Heavy is the head that wear the crown
But everything is mine, just look around
Baby take my hand when you feel down
Visions of you in a linen gown
Now
Locked in like a convict
Lose your life in the motherf*cking mosh pit
Can't breathe, I'm a toxin
Hide your wife, now she my bitch
They coming at me but I'm holding out, I ain't gon' run
Standing on it, kinda wanna f*ck your bitch for fun
I put some lead up in his stomach, he gon' need some tums
Leave him dead, shawty love it when I beat it up
I'm immune to your poison
Tired of all your hoe shit
Know you can't afford it
I could buy the store bitch
Now I'm all in
Hear the paper calling
You're the one that bought in
Put you in a coffin
20 miles east
Punch you in the teeth
Muhammad Ali
Locked in like a convict
Lose your life in the motherf*cking mosh pit
Can't breathe, I'm a toxin
Hide your wife, now she my bitch
Bitch don't miss no payments
I'll stomp you in the pavement
I don't play for placements
I'm on her f*cking playlist
She say I'm amazing
Looking kinda wasted
I'm the one that made it
You copy and you paste it
Where the bottom of this bottle at
Need no reservation, if I name it, I want all of that
I could read your temp right from the jump just like a weatherman
Want my money, bitch you outta luck, gon' need a treasure map
Shawty pull up to the crib she wearing leather straps
Yeah I got 200 on the dash I see the checkered flag
Heavy is the head that wear the crown
But everything is mine, just look around
Baby take my hand when you feel down
Visions of you in a linen gown
Now
Locked in like a convict
Lose your life in the motherf*cking mosh pit
Can't breathe, I'm a toxin
Hide your wife, now she my bitch
They coming at me but I'm holding out, I ain't gon' run
Standing on it, kinda wanna f*ck your bitch for fun
I put some lead up in his stomach, he gon' need some tums
Leave him dead, shawty love it when I beat it up
I'm immune to your poison
Tired of all your hoe shit
Know you can't afford it
I could buy the store bitch
Now I'm all in
Hear the paper calling
You're the one that bought in
Put you in a coffin
Writer: Dino Kavazovic
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