Correction Lyrics Toxic by Nines

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[Intro: Nines]
She's sayin' I'm toxic
We're bad for each other, but the sex is good
She's sayin' I'm toxic
I ain't crazy, I'm just misunderstood
She's sayin' I'm toxic
I wanna leave her, if I could, I would
She's sayin' I'm toxic (Uh)
'Cause I don't love her like I love the hood

[Chorus: Nines]
She's sayin' I'm toxic
We're bad for each other, but the sex is good
She's sayin' I'm toxic
I ain't crazy, I'm just misunderstood
She's sayin' I'm toxic
I wanna leave her, if I could, I would
She's sayin' I'm toxic
'Cause I don't love her like I love the hood

[Verse 1: Nines]
Still waterin' plants
Cost more than my Warnеr advance
Told them bouncers to don't touch mе when I walk in the dance (Me a badman)
I don't listen to rap, R&B gettin' pumped in the shower
I went jail and got bigger
Like when Mario jumps on the flower
I'm the frontman, I put my estate on the map
Had to drop out my youngers for shavin' a pack
I love all my niggas, I pray they don't lack
If I lost all my dough, I can make it all back
Last year, we barely eat, now I fuck on Amiri sheets
And, even though I'm on licence, I got top shelfs there for cheap

[Verse 2]
Yo, I ain't gotta stunt for the 'Gram 'cause you know what I'm on
Walk in the club, it's like we're holdin' it up
Roast with a pub, bruddas know where I'm from
These are my sons, bruddas know what I done
Hot topic, and I love it
If it's not about money, don't talk to me
I can make a big stack for my hard money
Two-fifty gonna dash, check the car I'm pullin'
Yo, fuck a GTI, this a GTS
Drinks at mine, baby, be my guest
I don't read my texts, I don't need no stress
Drinks at mine I shut my eyes, you 'bout to see me best
Know we shut shit down when we hit your capital
Shit's gone mad, now, we're international
Gangster on the ball, flipped and [?] the ball
Drivin' in the Porsche, I can feel the torque

[Verse 3]
Yeah, my life's so good that I gotta thank God
BBCC, know we got it on lock
HDTV, might see me on job
Know that money don't stop when we're livin' life up
Got a big boy Porsche outside the drive
Been pulled more times than a horny guy's
Bit by dip lights doin' forty-five (Yo, yo)
Big body, team Tronics, keep rollin' by

[Verse 4]
Yo, fly like a phoenix
Fly like a G6
Glide with the keys in
Like I'm a feelin'
High for no reason
Fly for the season
Life of the evenin,' time for the weekend
Pull up with her pussy out, pull up in that fully black
Gully Jack
Pull up like Money Mac
Tell me where the honeys at
Gotta go nuts with the gang
I just wanna party 'til land

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