You take my love for granted Say a bunch of stuff you never mean, yeah I think I need a minute To figure out my limits You crossed them more than once, yeah You take my love for granted We keep on talkin' from body to body, yeah Getting it closer to just being nothin' else, oh-oh I'm a sucker for your love Even though it's kinda toxic, baby You know I feel it when we touch That your love is from a different place It's toxic, babe Not sure what I expected To think you wouldn't be so reckless I keep on pretendin' I know we better end it I've said it more than once, yeah You take my love for granted We keep on talkin' from body to body, yeah Getting it closer to just being nothin' else, oh-oh I'm a sucker for your love Even though it's kinda toxic, babe You know I feel it when we touch That your love is from a different place It's toxic, babe Nothin' more to say Let's just waste away One more time is all we need A bitter truth to face Not that innocent We know what we did I'm a sucker for your love Even though it's kinda toxic, babe You know I feel it when we touch That your love is from a different place It's toxic, babe Oh, it's toxic Yeah, yeah It's toxic, babe

I came thru with the sauce Jumped into the passenger seat to tight And the big man poor I know why they're looking at me Cuz I'm young and wavey My lifestyle crazy I-I-I'm young and wavey My lifestyle crazy I came thru with the sauce Jumped into the passenger seat too tight And the big man poor I know why they're looking at me PART ONE OF LIFESTYLE

Hmm, yo (Who made this, JB made this, hahaha) Hahaha Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Just came through with a one-two, If you ask me then I might just son you I don't give a shit 'bout numbers, undo But ask for my numbers and I might just done you (I'll do that) They copy and paste, they best undo Everyone salutes when they see me but you (salute) Shout out Driz when I cut through, wooka, paw, I bring out the kung-fu I'm in the ghetto, ra-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta And this one chick's way too paro I'm with my dawgs, I'm with my dawgs One week I'm there, next week I'm gone One week in ends, next week Milan Foreign cars, I push to start, I see my guys, I say, "Wagman?" (yeah, yeah) Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer (skrr) Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger (skrr) For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (gon' slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Eighteen with the million plaques Soon sittin' on like a million racks (that's right) I'm abroad, they like the accent, Guess I'm sounding like it's a million's track (woosh) And all my brothers still with me, and all my brothers good From backflips and tappin' tables, to makin' it out the hood Tell me what you like-like, baby? (Baby) I bring the ice-ice, baby Princess cuts, make you oh so brazy I make you slay like Stacey Take you the hood, show you finer things Different life to the life you life Hatton G for the finest rings (bossy) Babe, that's the life we live Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer (skrr) Twenty plate, that's a buss down (Woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger (skrr) For realers be my side (my side, ooters) They don't slip, they slide (they slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (my side, ooters) They don't slip, they slide (gon' slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla