Ray$av - Little Miss Toxic

Lil Miss toxic
Lil Miss block em
Real niggas in my schedule
Real niggas in his condom
Don't finish that sentence
If it ain't bout a comma
Lil Miss problem
Lil Miss sauna
No, K-I-S-S-ing
If your Partridge tree
Don't have no green
Don't even post me
If I go M-I-S-S-ing
I ain't average
But I do say what I mean
He wanna see my crack
Now, that nigga is a fiend
Don't call me Miss
Cause I could never
It's finna be Mrs
If he see me in this getup
Want me to let up
You gon have to pick that led up
Never look back like bouquet
Cause my feet stay on the pedal
My best shooter
Scream yolo from the nine
Nine in his holster
He young
Have your body
Outlined in Crayola
Don't hold my hand
Unless you doin' hold-ups
If that money ever slow up
Put that ski mask on
If you love me like Sosa
From the east
But it's wet like a west coaster
Pop on me with some bread
Like a toaster
You get the capital punishment
If you keep judging me
I got fifteen niggas who convinced
That they in love with me
Playing who
You niggas not even in
The little league
Stretching truth like
Your skinny jeans
Pointing guns at the
Camera in the mirror
Practicing
You a little fake-ass phony gangster
Little Mr. dream deferred
Like Langston
Can't wait for y'all
To see the rap supreme
Hood Houdini
Turning words into imagery
Witchcraft can't get you looking
Like me in them jeans
Little Miss Mary
How I pop shit
Little Miss poppin
Little Miss
Lil Miss toxic
Lil Miss block em
Real niggas in my schedule
Real niggas in his condom
Big Steppa, Goliath
Couldn't even walk up on me
Pretty picture
So he wanna make a Sony
Little Miss you bitches are weird
Little Miss Jesus only man I fear
If you wanna fuck with me
You better have a tear
Tatted on your face
With my lips behind your ear
So I know it's real
Never was
Little Miss Netflix and chill
Always was
Nigga pay a bill
This nigga chase me with Zelle
I'm so fire, he probably gon
Chase me to hell
Little Miss he love my bday suit
So that bitch really suit me
Get off my dick
I know that's
Your nigga favorite seat
I'm so bad, most wanted
So he tryna cuff
He tote the nine
I tote the Marc Jacobs
Fuck being a internet star
I'm a supernova
Little Miss hood bitch
Rainbow over fashion nova
Thought I was gon
Fall like October
Take pressure to head
I'm stone sober
You a stone thrower
Tryna have stones on my choker
Two kinds of people
The smoked and the smoker
Little Miss exhale you niggas
Like I'm doing fucking yoga
Lil Miss toxic
Lil Miss block em
Real niggas in my schedule
Real niggas in his condom
Little Miss gorgeous
Little Miss flawless
Little Miss God
Don't make this often
Little Miss my nail tech
Will still put bitches in coffins

Written by:
Raven Ancar

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