"Toxic (Remix)" lyrics
(feat. Arka, Shakes, D Double E & Jordy)
[Songer:]
Yes, yes
Let's go
You are not on the same level as I
These bars will make your adrenaline rise
And when I'm inside
I got bad boys showing their feminine side
They're jealous of my potential
To make the world shake like ketamine highs
If man's salty, I'll pepper him twice
If talent comes down to melanin, why
Am I so much harder than you?
Picking up green like a gardener do
Stardog'll do, I put half of the Q
In some fat off plate and start sparking a zoot
And now I'm in venting mode
I'm inventing most of the flows you know
And the clothes you own, I've already worn
The future's here, I'm already born
[Arka:]
Look, she told me she toxic too
If I get caught out I'ma tell her it's her fault
Passed out, hurl up
Arka, I'm an arsehole
She want 3.5 of the white
How about 8.5 in your torso?
She can have this dick, lol
She ain't ever gettin' that passcode
She's cute to me, said, "Ooh this stuff's quite new to me"
Look, but I drop one or two lines and I got her on board Charcuterie
Bun high grade in the zoot, you see
And then I went uni and got a new degree
Look, I ain't ever need no ten-card
Two-fives they like two to three
[Songer:]
Yes yes
What we saying party, you like this one?
(Bow, bow, bow, bow)
[Shakes:]
Said the life won't change man hmm, yeah I lied, now I'm on a main stage in blacked out Ray Bans
These beanies a joke, so I said they weren't rating the kid but they all got made fans (ha-ha)
I don't like guys who are put on, they can get wiped off like white girls spray tans
Close to my real ones far from fake hands, gang stay posted feelin' like mailman (they do)
If you wanna hit one, show you the pattern, it's no kaleidoscope
Can't jump on the wave when it comes to the money, I bet a five G you won't ride the boat
So you know I make guola, pounds, dollar, hate me? Suck your m-
Thought it was peak, but now I'm on a song with Songer, bigger man please don't bother
[D Double E:]
Flippin' hell, I had a big boy chain on my neck, big fat chaps on the wrist
Back then I was takin' the piss, had a gold ring on every finger
Already lookin' like a rapper, I was already lookin' like a singer
Put the food in the king on a football pitch, I was the left winger
Brand new range in the shed, brand new range in the garage
I might put on some old school raga, I might put on some old school garage (come on, come on)
Horses without the carriage, cost you a lot, it'll do a lot of damage
Back then I had dents in my Golf, not one door, both
[Jordy:]
Fans, them on me, they all wanna rush me, boo, so long now my eye, them crusty
Stay on my toes so I don't get rusty, talks llike a op, then he must be
I usually tell bouncers, "allow the pat down", he ain't got a - just trust me
I usually air text when they come through lusty, then the same girls just cuss me
Yeah, I told that girl don't stress me, and she got a bit testy
And you know me I don't like drama, so I moved to the bestie
See a lot of things changed since man last dropped, he was in the cut with us but got dropped
I can't have a broski there I don't trust, I can't have a broski shakin' with ops
(Bow, bow, bow, bow)
[Songer:]
Man's pulling up in a blacked-out Audi
Acting rowdy, bad men 'round me
There's a party at my ex's yard, but the slag don't shout me, man don't doubt me
Man chat shit so I slapped him loudly
Smacked him proudly
Man's too cold, get a chapped lip 'round me
What? Man get racks in now, G
S-O-N-G-E to the R
Got the best flow, man bring heat with the bars
Girls leave mine at six in the morning, but swear down don't sleep in the yard
Always rolling zoots and biffters
No guns, I use my fingers
I am outside the box like David Luiz when he shoots from distance, baow
Yes, yes
Let's go
You are not on the same level as I
These bars will make your adrenaline rise
And when I'm inside
I got bad boys showing their feminine side
They're jealous of my potential
To make the world shake like ketamine highs
If man's salty, I'll pepper him twice
If talent comes down to melanin, why
Am I so much harder than you?
Picking up green like a gardener do
Stardog'll do, I put half of the Q
In some fat off plate and start sparking a zoot
And now I'm in venting mode
I'm inventing most of the flows you know
And the clothes you own, I've already worn
The future's here, I'm already born
[Arka:]
Look, she told me she toxic too
If I get caught out I'ma tell her it's her fault
Passed out, hurl up
Arka, I'm an arsehole
She want 3.5 of the white
How about 8.5 in your torso?
She can have this dick, lol
She ain't ever gettin' that passcode
She's cute to me, said, "Ooh this stuff's quite new to me"
Look, but I drop one or two lines and I got her on board Charcuterie
Bun high grade in the zoot, you see
And then I went uni and got a new degree
Look, I ain't ever need no ten-card
Two-fives they like two to three
[Songer:]
Yes yes
What we saying party, you like this one?
(Bow, bow, bow, bow)
[Shakes:]
Said the life won't change man hmm, yeah I lied, now I'm on a main stage in blacked out Ray Bans
These beanies a joke, so I said they weren't rating the kid but they all got made fans (ha-ha)
I don't like guys who are put on, they can get wiped off like white girls spray tans
Close to my real ones far from fake hands, gang stay posted feelin' like mailman (they do)
If you wanna hit one, show you the pattern, it's no kaleidoscope
Can't jump on the wave when it comes to the money, I bet a five G you won't ride the boat
So you know I make guola, pounds, dollar, hate me? Suck your m-
Thought it was peak, but now I'm on a song with Songer, bigger man please don't bother
[D Double E:]
Flippin' hell, I had a big boy chain on my neck, big fat chaps on the wrist
Back then I was takin' the piss, had a gold ring on every finger
Already lookin' like a rapper, I was already lookin' like a singer
Put the food in the king on a football pitch, I was the left winger
Brand new range in the shed, brand new range in the garage
I might put on some old school raga, I might put on some old school garage (come on, come on)
Horses without the carriage, cost you a lot, it'll do a lot of damage
Back then I had dents in my Golf, not one door, both
[Jordy:]
Fans, them on me, they all wanna rush me, boo, so long now my eye, them crusty
Stay on my toes so I don't get rusty, talks llike a op, then he must be
I usually tell bouncers, "allow the pat down", he ain't got a - just trust me
I usually air text when they come through lusty, then the same girls just cuss me
Yeah, I told that girl don't stress me, and she got a bit testy
And you know me I don't like drama, so I moved to the bestie
See a lot of things changed since man last dropped, he was in the cut with us but got dropped
I can't have a broski there I don't trust, I can't have a broski shakin' with ops
(Bow, bow, bow, bow)
[Songer:]
Man's pulling up in a blacked-out Audi
Acting rowdy, bad men 'round me
There's a party at my ex's yard, but the slag don't shout me, man don't doubt me
Man chat shit so I slapped him loudly
Smacked him proudly
Man's too cold, get a chapped lip 'round me
What? Man get racks in now, G
S-O-N-G-E to the R
Got the best flow, man bring heat with the bars
Girls leave mine at six in the morning, but swear down don't sleep in the yard
Always rolling zoots and biffters
No guns, I use my fingers
I am outside the box like David Luiz when he shoots from distance, baow
