$lim Fargo - Toxic Ting Lyrics

Aye, we should do a song together But we can't get along together
Even though I hate that hoe, we be on the phone together
Knew she was a toxic bitch Way before I f*cking met her
Know I had to block the bitch Just to help with my depression
I let her hold my .44, She was my Michelle Obama
Know I had to go ghost, My soul told me to stop responding
Aaliyah had to rock the boat,The way I hit Bikini Bottom
Say money don't change shit, But it help with all my problems
Eating a bowl of cold fruit Like I'm rocking Burberry
Chewing on a percocet, I'm itching, got my palms sweaty
Say she f*cking on a snitch, So we call em Tom and Jerry
On the first day I get rich I'm buy my momma a Richie Millie
Buy my brother a Perry Ellis
2k like a pound of dope, Nigga just keep on selling
Investigators help him cope, Nigga just keep on telling
DeeO's seafood by himself
She like "Slim so f*ckin selfish"
I know, baby, I can't help it
She just wanna f*ck on me
Lube it up like she a Christian, Louboutin's up on her feet
House full of ratchet hoes, I'm calling that a track meet
Alonzo Mourning on my hip, Niggas know I'm packing heat
Your favorite rapper after me
Your baby mama tackled me
Like we got some pads on
Took her out the game mane the way she just got passed round
Turn your crib to Sea World, f*ck who in the splash zone
No homo, but that nigga you wit' just got smashed on
Eyes red, can't tell if I'm crying or if I'm really smoking
Momma taught me how to be a man with my football coaches
Gotta muscle up, aye, Put that lil' boy there in motion
Now he floatin off Oxycontin, Percocets, and Ibuprofen
We should do a song together But we can't get along together
Even though I hate that hoe We be on the phone together
Knew she was a toxic bitch Way before I f*cking met her
Know I had to block the bitch Just to help with my depression
Know I had to cut her off
Stressin' over lil' shit, feel like I'm just better off
Now my ice colder than a nigga who took his sweater off
Ain't beefing bout a bitch, You see me, nigga, keep that pressure off
I'll give you high cholesterol
Shells in your stomach like Taco Bell just had a sell-off
I never dropped a song So how the f*ck a nigga done fell off
50 in the drum in my left hand Zach Randolph
I'ma up the score like Derrick Henry just took the hand-off
I'm stepping over niggas like they Tyronn Lue or some
I wanna sing to you, baby But can't like like Yung Bleu or some
I can't be your friend cause I'm tryna hit you too or some
I can't be your man But you can be my boo or some, aye
We should do a song together But we can't get along together
Even though I hate that hoe We be on the phone together
Knew she was a toxic bitch Way before I f*cking met her
Know I had to block the bitch Just to help with my depression
We should do a song together But we can't get along together
Even though I hate that hoe We be on the phone together
Knew she was a toxic bitch Way before I f*cking met her
Know I had to block the bitch Just to help with my depression