Toxic Fantasy Lyrics

I make her holla for a dollar

That bitch a bitch and she need her collar

That bitch a bitch and she suck and she swallow

Zaeee

Run up on me, it's a tragedy

Bastard child, I'm dastardly

Lick her coochie till it's soakin

Stroke it, sound like Mac and cheese

Baby, you a masterpiece

Your voice get me so excited

Thinkin' bout you, pleasin' me

With you, where I need to be

Baby, you my fantasy

Baby, you my fantasy

Told her don't play games, baby

That's my final fantasy

Don't text her, she mad at me

Baby, why you mad at me

Run up, it's a tragedy

Run up, it's a tragedy

She special to me, she glad that she mine

We better as friends but we fuck all the time

Don't fuck with these niggas, they green like a lime

Run up on me, it's a tragedy

Know I keep my Glock on me

Treat it like my mini-me

These niggas they my enemy

They fuckin' up my energy

They fuckin' up my energy

Misogynistic

Damn, a nigga feel like future Hendrix

Really wicked

Know my niggas they get really wicked, really wicked

Send them shots, we send them at your fitted, at your fitted

Gettin' his money, count up these digits, get these digits

Boy, you broke, you know you need to fix it, need to fix it

Boy, you broke, you know you need to fix it, need to fix it

Know my niggas they get really wicked, really wicked

Know my niggas, they get really wicked, really wicked

He went missing, we don't know who did it, know who did it

He went missing, we don't know who did it

Fuck that bitch and that bitch, she's so tempting, she's so tempting

Fuck that bitch and that bitch, she's so tempting, she's so tempting

Eat that girl just like she my next victim, my next victim

My love, your drug, I'm curing your symptoms

Run up on me, it's a tragedy

Bastard child, I'm dastardly

Lick her coochie till it's soaking, stroke it, sound like mac and cheese

Baby, you a masterpiece

Your voice get me so excited thinking bout you, pleasing me

With you, where I need to be

Baby, you my fantasy, baby, you my fantasy

Told her don't play games, baby, that's my final fantasy

Don't text her, she mad at me

Baby, why you mad at me

Run up, it's a tragedy, run up, it's a tragedy

Mmm, she special to me, she glad that she mine

We better as friends, but we fuck all the time

Don't fuck with these niggas, they green like a lime

Run up on me, it's a tragedy

Know I keep my Glock on me

Treated like my mini-me

These niggas they my enemies

Zaeee

They fuckin' up my energy

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