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作词 : Dylan Graham/Summer Walker/Durk Derrick Banks/Moreno Tyrone Gijsbers/Jan Branicki
作曲 : Dylan Graham/Summer Walker/Durk Derrick Banks/Moreno Tyrone Gijsbers/Jan Branicki
Verse 1: Summer Walker
Don't start no sh!t, won't be no sh!t, baby
You know I'm lovin' that dick, it got me so crazy (Oh)
Make me doze off right after, that's how I know it's good
You always gonna, gon'ebe my baby
Niggas be in my ear 'bout you, oh, that ain't right
Bitches be in my ear 'bout you, no, that ain't right (No, no, no)
Babe, all crazy (Yeah)
They need to stay up out our lane, yeah
Pre-Chorus: Summer Walker
Know this sh!t might look wild to them
But it ain't for them to get
This for us and that's for them
They don't know what's going on
All up in our Kool-Aid
Baby, I took that sh!t too far
Chorus: Summer Walker
Toxic, ooh, toxic, yeah
Lovin' you, baby, I don't know what you do, yeah
I know I ain't ready to let go
Toxic, ooh, baby, yeah
Toxic, all that sh!t, it's crazy, yeah
Toxic, but you know I ain't goin' nowhere, 'where
Where, they all in our business
Break: Summer Walker
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Verse 2: Summer Walker
I hope it ain't true what they say about you, I want this
Hesitant to post or flaunt this
Hopin' I don't get embarrassed by one of these hoes
Ion think you doin' sh!t, but you never know
Funny how you never volunteer your phone
I wanna walk away, but what if I'm wrong?
Believing you, needing you, wanting to see it through
Through, oh
Maybe I took that sh!t too far
Verse 3: Lil Durk
I put my hands in her pants
Not for the smell, to see is it wet or not (See is it wet enough)
Ain't got a key, she come to the room
I tell the front desk to let her up (Ooh)
She five away, I holla like I'm ready
I'm just gettin' up to freshen up (Ooh)
I told her, "My head hurt"
She told me they get it, be seven up (Yeah)
Deleted my call log, I know that she thirsty
She say I'm a nigga, ain't nobody perfect
Keepin' my gun inside of her purse
Say I talk nasty in all my verses, that's real
She asks do I know her, then I just tell her to chill (Just chill)
She ask do I drink and I told her just pills (Just pills)
I said I flip houses, she said, "Let's chill" (Let's chill)
Rather have diamonds instead of veneers
I'm grabbin' her body, I'm pulling' her close, I'm lickin' her ear
When I go deep, she run up the sheets
I see tears (I see tears)
Why you so toxic?
At the section she wearin' my boxers (Wearin' my boxers)
Don't get a groupie pic, get your phone and lock it
Outro: Summer Walker
No, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah)
You never know, oh, oh