"Toast" lyrics
He sayin' my shit amazin'
Like a drug, he tryna get faded
I knew what it was
I was in love with a thug
I got him missin' my touch
Know I'm conceited, I had to block a nigga for a reason
Tryna sell a dream, I tell him, "Beat it"
Lost your favorite ho, I know you're heated (Damn, right)
Stop blowin' up my phone (Yeah)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (Lost your ho)
Stop blowin' up my phone (Uh)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (Lost your ho)
Every day I'ma wake up and toast (Yeah)
Livin' good, I don't gotta post (Gotta post)
In your hood, I'm doin' the most
Shakin' ass, my body a Coke
Just like a model
He gon' drink my shit straight out the bottle
Bougie ho, I can't sip on Moscato
So much money, I walk with a waddle
If you snooze, you lose
I ain't trippin', I keep him in twos
He call me "Twin" 'cause he do what I do
Thought it was sweet, I be countin' them blues
Like his number, he don't got a clue
Come get your friend
I never use the pussy for revenge (No)
Turn a hatin' bitch into a fan
I won't go back and forth about a man (Damn, right)
Stop blowin' up my phone (Yeah)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (Lost your ho)
Stop blowin' up my phone (Uh)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (Lost your ho)
How it feel to lose a bad bitch?
Damn, can you imagine? (Poof)
I got a genie between my legs
My shit got him doin' magic
If it's real, go and tat' it
Play with his bitch, she turn into a savage
I got plenty paper, you can add it
Baby, I love when you grab it
And my new nigga know how to feel (Oh, yeah)
I tell ol' boy he need to heal (Go heal)
He tryna see if I'ma chill
Ain't no mercy, I go for the kill (Uh)
He ain't never had a bitch like that
Goin' tit-tat, yeah he met his match
I'm kissin' bae in a black Maybach
This nigga mad that he can't come back (Can't come back)
Stop blowin' up my phone (Yeah)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (Lost your ho)
Stop blowin' up my phone (Uh)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (Lost your ho)
Yeah, lost your ho
How it feel to lose a bad bitch?
Can you imagine?
I got a genie between my legs
Alright, let me hear that
Flo Milli shit
Like a drug, he tryna get faded
I knew what it was
I was in love with a thug
I got him missin' my touch
Know I'm conceited, I had to block a nigga for a reason
Tryna sell a dream, I tell him, "Beat it"
Lost your favorite ho, I know you're heated (Damn, right)
Stop blowin' up my phone (Yeah)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (Lost your ho)
Stop blowin' up my phone (Uh)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (Lost your ho)
Every day I'ma wake up and toast (Yeah)
Livin' good, I don't gotta post (Gotta post)
In your hood, I'm doin' the most
Shakin' ass, my body a Coke
Just like a model
He gon' drink my shit straight out the bottle
Bougie ho, I can't sip on Moscato
So much money, I walk with a waddle
If you snooze, you lose
I ain't trippin', I keep him in twos
He call me "Twin" 'cause he do what I do
Thought it was sweet, I be countin' them blues
Like his number, he don't got a clue
Come get your friend
I never use the pussy for revenge (No)
Turn a hatin' bitch into a fan
I won't go back and forth about a man (Damn, right)
Stop blowin' up my phone (Yeah)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (Lost your ho)
Stop blowin' up my phone (Uh)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (Lost your ho)
How it feel to lose a bad bitch?
Damn, can you imagine? (Poof)
I got a genie between my legs
My shit got him doin' magic
If it's real, go and tat' it
Play with his bitch, she turn into a savage
I got plenty paper, you can add it
Baby, I love when you grab it
And my new nigga know how to feel (Oh, yeah)
I tell ol' boy he need to heal (Go heal)
He tryna see if I'ma chill
Ain't no mercy, I go for the kill (Uh)
He ain't never had a bitch like that
Goin' tit-tat, yeah he met his match
I'm kissin' bae in a black Maybach
This nigga mad that he can't come back (Can't come back)
Stop blowin' up my phone (Yeah)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (Lost your ho)
Stop blowin' up my phone (Uh)
I know that you mad you lost your ho (Lost your ho)
Yeah, lost your ho
How it feel to lose a bad bitch?
Can you imagine?
I got a genie between my legs
Alright, let me hear that
Flo Milli shit
Writer(s): Ronald Nathan Latour, Tamia Carter, Gabriel Berube
