Toxic (Phibes Remix)

Yes, yes Let's go My money is a jersey, it ain't hard to get Last time I made a bad song, man, I could hardly step I'm from a place that your favorite rappers hardly rep It's strictly RG and tell my guard dogs, "Guard the jet" Five meals celebration, ain't a tastier menu My brain's a live show, I just hate the venue Lyrics made me bread now from when I made my debut I have a heart-to-heart with Britney, then the day continues (continues) Too high, can't come down Losing my head, spinnin' 'round and 'round (round, round) Yes, yes, and s- you know the song Do you feel me now? Mans pulling up in a blacked out Audi Acting rowdy, bad men 'round me There's 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, too cold, get a chap lip round me What, man get racks in now G If I asked you name a yute that's harder Man better a tenner that you won't answer Never see that yute at the after's My mans fucked off a zoot and lager Yeah, wasteman, can't hack a zoot and a Stella Swingman 'round like a human propeller If his girlfriend's cute, I'll tell her She ain't going home with you I spit bars, I'm chosen to Gonna make that last like frozen food Be the best in the world, I'm hoping too Overdue, bare heads turn when I'm rolling through Still cold in June, got bare notes can't fold in two Don't chat shit, you're poking who Too high, can't come down Losing my head, spinnin' 'round and 'round (round, round) Yes, yes and s- you know the song Do you feel me now? Do you, do-do-do, do feel me now? Do you, do-do-do, do feel me now? Do you, do-do-do, do feel me now? Do you feel me now? Man's pullin' up in an all-white 'Rari All night party, call my Barbie Spit bars like Dave, kick ball like Vardy Mans cray cray, call that Tom Hardy You can't out bar me Get bumped no white on car key No filter, mans Marley White and strong, call man Charlie It's S-O-N-G-E to the R Get the best flow man, bring heat with the bars Girls leave mine at six in the morning Swear down, don't sleep in the yard Always rolling zoots and bifftas No guns, I use my fingers I am outside the box like David Luiz when he shoots from distance