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Stormzy - Toxic Trait (Lyrics) ft. Fredo
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Stormzy
Stormzy
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Fredo
Fredo
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Calum Landau
Calum Landau
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Michael Ebenezer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr.
Michael Ebenezer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr.
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MUHAMAD SAMSUDIN DAJAT HARDJAKUSUMAH
MUHAMAD SAMSUDIN DAJAT HARDJAKUSUMAH
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Marvin Bailey
Marvin Bailey
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Manon Grandjean
Manon Grandjean
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Calum Landau
Calum Landau
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Joel Peters
Joel Peters
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Sam Harper
Sam Harper
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Matt Colton
Matt Colton
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Mr Mennie
Mr Mennie
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Santan
Santan
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What's my toxic trait? If I see a boy with the same kettle as me, then I toss that thing in the safe Won't wear it again, 'cause you made it (bait) If your name ain't Fred, then you can't relate If your name ain't Santan, you ain't my mate If your name ain't Stormz, then you ain't the (woo) Just a pair of stars (pair of stars) Tell Greta to allow me, I know that my carbon footprint's large (hmm) The Urus drinks, I still wear minks, we brought on weed, the PJ stinks Be direct, I don't take hints, she's keen, but I ain't convinced (I ain't) She thinks I'm stoosh, see me runnin' up that hill (up that hill) I'm the black Kate Bush, the mandem don't talk, they woosh I don't jump on a tune and talk about - and shush I'd rather make "Cigs & Cush" (alright), all of these fibs you push Still gonna take these pics and smile, what I pay for the kitchen towel Careful, my bro, that's an AP ashtray, man's gotta ash this spliff style Call me Big Michael, Muhammad Ali They were gassed up, now they're runnin' on E (yeah) I've been outside, since summer '03 Now my new girl's got more money than me (ooh) What's my toxic trait? If I see a boy with the same kettle as me, then I toss that thing in the safe Won't wear it again, 'cause you made it (bait) If your name ain't Fred, then you can't relate If your name ain't Santan, you ain't my mate If your name ain't Stormz then you ain't the (woo) Just a pair of stars (pair of stars) Tell Greta to allow me, I know that my carbon footprint's large (hmm) The Urus drinks, I still wear minks, we brought on weed, the PJ stinks Be direct, I don't take hints, she's keen, but I ain't convinced (I ain't) She wanna link up, tell her, "Not today" (not today) 'Cause I'm on the block 'til late (late), still got this guap to make Yeah, they got a lot to say, but not to pay, we're not the same On a hotter estate with a box of flake, they know my toxic trait (they know) Like the watches, the kicks are rare (rare) You can smell when the rich is near (near) No safety all on my Browning, told bro, "Hold this bitch with care" She's hangin' around, I know that you miss her (I know, shh) I know that you kissed her (I know it) Yeah, they call me family guy 'cause she let me fuck her, so did her sister (pff) Book a table in France (France), tell the label, "Won't take an advance" (I won't) 'Cause I make my own clothes now, you can say that the label is ours, nah Don't play with the dawgs, we aim at your heart and break it apart Put the Urus in start, I'm makin' it fart, let's have a race on the 'Zart Just a pair of stars, watch and ring, that's a pair of cars (swear) Nah, she ain't wearin' bras 'cause the breast sit where they are You're mad they paid to see me, sendin' shots, you came discretely Some rappers pray to be me, got my watch and made it meady (meady) What's my toxic trait? If I see a boy with the same kettle as me, then I toss that thing in the safe Won't wear it again, 'cause you made it (bait) If your name ain't Fred, then you can't relate If your name ain't Santan, you ain't my mate If your name ain't Stormz, then you ain't the (woo) Just a pair of stars (pair of stars) Tell Greta to allow me, I know that my carbon footprint's large (hmm) The Urus drinks, I still wear minks, we brought on weed, the PJ stinks Be direct, I don't take hints, she's keen, but I ain't convinced (I ain't)
Writer(s): Michael Ebenazer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Junior, David Orobosa Omoregie, Marvin William Bailey, Wandi ., Muhamad Samsudin Hardjakusumah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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