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toxic
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Hip-Hop/Rap
toxic è stato pubblicato il 24 dicembre 2025 da noctiumsound come parte dell'album toxic - Single
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Data di uscita24 dicembre 2025
Etichettanoctiumsound
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM150

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
iced
iced
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aiden Prasad
Aiden Prasad
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
iced
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Producer

Testi

New rover, no mileage
We smoking inside it
Nose with the silencer poking up out it
With this lil' pole, put a hole in your ballot
Fuck with me, boy, you joking, you wildin
Find you a mirror and open your eyelids
No, you can't doubt it
I get overly violent
She know I'm openly toxic
She horny, your hoe she get pounded
We forty-some rounds in
Your hoe she astounded
Said he was her man, she detour, get around
And said she wear the pants
I get shorty up out it
In your home like we Cory inside it
Want beef? At his head we put four, he a cowlick
She seen my IG, she know that she 'bout it
Like we need your ID, boy, show me your wallet
Boy, run that
Stick you up for the paper, that's thumbtacks
Want the smoke? We gon' blow til your lungs black
We let lil' bro grip the pole, that's a bus pass
On the dick, she go down, make me bust fast
I call her clapback, cuz that hoe ass fat
Like a retort, dick it down, she gon' come back
Back with a vengeance
On sight, I lash with extensions
I'll take you out like your ass an appendix
You meet your end, bitch, that's an appendix
Know she want sex, bitch, grasp my appendage
In her mouth like a cavity, dentist
She my main demographic, she sense this
Boy, do not play, cause the strap on me end shit
Period, sentence
That rover low mileage, we smokin' inside it
Your brodie in my spliff, you know it's exotic
Cause that shit got me slow when the za hit
Broke boys talkin, we know they ain't 'bout shit
Hit licks walk out the store like we bought it
Fuck with gang, boy, you hopin' to die quick
Fuckboy said he want smoke but we toxic
No Easter Island, it's stones in my watch face
Feel like Simon, your hoe do what I say
Know you won't walk away
If you step to me, I'm a referee
Cuz I blow when it's foul play
Told you, you not safe
Dilating the way I'm opening fire where an opp stayin
And turn his home to a fireplace
And get dawg tagged
Siccin 'em like coming down with a cold
Make you migrate
Fuck out my face
Ice water it flood out the gates
Two tone on the wrist, shit flood out the face
She want dick, I'm gon' fuck out her face
Bitch better swallow, give a fuck bout the taste
He don't come out to play, we bust out the drac
Spin a opp block, came back
Some offed, like it's sumn' out of place
You gon find out, you fuck 'round, just wait
Bitch
You know if my circle don't got me
I go asexual, I won't fuck with nobody
Whatever the weather, that pole on me
No Nami, she see the paper she fold on me
Origami, get this paper on paper like photocopy
Suck the soul out my body, it's Noragami
She wake up to the dick in the morning, it's Folgers coffee
Say you know about me
Like a nerd during lunch, boy you best do your homework on me
Like the mannequin challenge you ain't got no motion beside me
If you got problems you know where to find me, pussy
New rover, no mileage
We smoking inside it
Nose with the silencer poking up out it
With this lil' pole, put a hole in your ballot
Fuck with me, boy, you joking, you wildin
Find you a mirror and open your eyelids
No, you can't doubt it
I get overly violent
She know I'm openly toxic, aye
She know I'm openly toxic
Fine shit, I got her choking on my dick, aye
Run up, I'm blowing the glock clip
Pop shit, I turn an opp to inoperate
You get the work in this hoe like an office
Watch this, don't get me started, inaugurate, aye
She know I'm open about it
So how in the fuck she ain't know that I'm toxic
Written by: Aiden Prasad
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