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Toxic Blessing
330
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Toxic Blessing został wydany 16 sierpnia 2024 przez 5674 / EMPIRE jako część albumu CREATED PLAYER
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Data wydania16 sierpnia 2024
Wytwórnia5674 / EMPIRE
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM125

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cash Kidd
Cash Kidd
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anton Pastoria
Anton Pastoria
Producer
Thebishopbeats
Thebishopbeats
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Haha, nah, for real, G
Tie a **** up, the motherfucker Cash Kidd Sock in this mall
Bitch-ass ****, huh
Ayy, fuck you **** talkin' to?
Psh, yeah (I like that, Anton)
Fuck out my face with your advice, you broke, huh (You broke, yeah)
Let me catch you hatin', I'ma hop on your ho, boy (Ho)
I ain't your bitch, what you lyin' to me for? (What?)
Tryna get over on me like I'm drivin' too slow (Yeah)
Showed her an M, no, I'm not cockin' her though, huh (No, I'm not)
Feel like Scooby Doo, hit the lot, get the Ghost, ooh
No pink slip like my job let me go, lil' broke-ass **** need to find 'em one
Pst, she can't leave me 'lone, I'm a toxic blessing (Ayy)
I'm beefin' with some bums, all my opps is peasants
Lil' dirt, think he sweet with my sloppy seconds
I buss down a Plain, ****, 9-11
She takin' in my kids like child protective
New crib, got it black like my house infected
Yeah, lake in the back, I got it wrappin'
Pick her up, make her walk back, Michael Jackson
You broke, scammer, need to start retiring
Just found 13K inside the dryer, yeah
Bitch so spoiled like her time expired
They payin' for the lines like a job at Chrysler, yeah
Big backends, I feel like a spider (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm son to all these ****, I should rock a visor
You fuckin' in the car, almost popped the tire
My kids in her mouth like a mama tiger (Ayy, ayy)
We ridin' in the striker, tryna find a striker
I only want the mouth, I ain't tryna wife her (Yeah, I'm not though)
I got a thousand hoes and my mama like 'em (My mama do)
He's savin' all the bitches, he a firefighter (Yeah)
It's time for you to go, but your neck was splendid
She actin' like a keeper, she was recommended, huh
Bitch so bad, give her ass detention
I feel like Santa Claus how I stand on business (What you mean?)
Fuck out my face with your advice, you broke, huh (You broke, yeah)
Let me catch you hatin', I'ma hop on your ho, boy (Ho)
I ain't your bitch, what you lyin' to me for? (What?)
Tryna get over on me like I'm drivin' too slow (Yeah)
Showed her an M, no, I'm not cockin' her though, huh (No, I'm not)
Feel like Scooby Doo, hit the lot, get the Ghost, ooh
No pink slip like my job let me go, lil' broke-ass **** need to find 'em one
Written by: Anton The Producer, Cash Kidd, The Bishop Beats
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