Flizzy Flash - Not So Ez (Toxic Love)

You say u dont need me that's tru girl but
It wont b that ez
I do know that much
U say that you'll leave me
That's tru girl but
It wont b that ez
I do know that much
Talkin like u gon leave wit no trace
Hours past u aint leave no place
If i leave girl u start yo chase
Breakindown trial plead yo case
Try tuh front and I'm a snatch yo lace
Keep it real we dont need no break
Yo scale of words just need moe weight
Yea u need some more grams up In yo base
That's word tuh fall from grace girl tell me what it takes girl
Pose tuh spit up on the dick not up in my face girl
Do u wanna taste girl put away the mase girl
Call a spade a spade u forever b my ace girl
Stop wit all the shame girl callin out my name girl
Same old record stop diggin in the crate girl
Knowing u my main world fuck tha otha dame girl
We on thin ice do u really wanna skate girl
Nah u dont wanna leave flash
Human centipede u just talkin out the ass
Yea I gotta laugh u wanted dick from the start
Guess it's clear that my love got you by the pussy and the heart
That's art
You say u dont need me that's tru girl but
It wont b that ez
I do know that much
U say that you'll leave me
That's tru girl but
It wont b that ez
I do know that much
My only focus is stayin off bogus shit
Had a loosey before dont b a bogus bitch
Ive dealt wit bolder chicks some went past hoplessness
Some a walker a thin line its fine I'm over it
My condolences they couldnt handle my depth
I wish ya the best to any girl that I left
She asked y compare times at the table about a ex
But if y equals u do the math calculess yes
Something bout ya ways got me thinkin bout ya last
Did he hurt u did he lag give u drive or did he crash
Do u see me and see dad the figure u neva had
Yea a man in ya life to set u right when actin bad
Is that y u call me daddy while ya tits against the glass
Whatever it may b it ain't easy to leave yo ass
Yea I gotta laugh we playin the same part
Your love got me by the balls and it got me by the heart
That's smart
What do u get when u mix demons wit gossip
A irritated soul that's run outta options
What good is a dime if she only good for the non sense
And what good is the love if it's only full of them toxins

Written by:
Kiante Jackson

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