(Smooth toxic flex R&B trap)
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0:00 – 0:12 | INTRO (low, seductive)
Lead:
“Yeah… she know the lifestyle…
spoiled lil’ demon…
come closer…”
(adlibs: “mhmm… run that…”)
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0:12 – 0:38 | HOOK (Remix Version)
**“She got luxury habits, waist too soft, I grab it,
Shawty too bougie but freaky as fuck, I love that balance.
She like big spenders, late-night sinners, no broke boy antics—
Dip in my lap, seat back, she actin’ outlandish.
She got luxury habits, high-class body, no average,
Brown skin glow, teeth bite lips, she savage.
Every time she call, I pull up automatic—
She say I’m toxic… but damn it’s a habit.”**
(adlibs: “yeahhh…” “don’t stop…”)
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0:38 – 1:06 | VERSE 1 — Smooth Toxic Flex
**“She the type to wear lace with the gold anklet,
Hop in my ride like ‘boy don’t panic.’
Said she want sex in the hills panoramic—
I ain’t even trip, that shit sound granted.
She love when I talk that rich boy tone,
Slide my hand down her back while she check her phone.
She spend my cash but she hold her own—
That’s my vibe, yeah she match my throne.
She freaky but classy, real dangerous blend,
Good girl image with a bad-girl end.
She said ‘slow down’ then said ‘go again’—
Got me prayin’ for strength I ain’t even pretend.”**
(adlibs: “go again…”)
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1:06 – 1:26 | PRE-HOOK (Remix)
“She like late-night rides with her hand on my leg,
Kiss on my neck while she whisperin’ begs.
Said I’m her weakness, said I get her edge—
Got her legs shakin’ like she lean on a ledge.”
(adlibs: “shake for me…”)
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1:26 – 1:52 | HOOK (Remix Repeat)
**“She got luxury habits, waist too soft, I grab it,
Shawty too bougie but freaky as fuck, I love that balance.
She like big spenders, late-night sinners, no broke boy antics—
Dip in my lap, seat back, she actin’ outlandish.
She got luxury habits…”**
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1:52 – 2:16 | VERSE 2 — RICHER / NASTIER VIBE
**“She love Chanel, she love long strokes,
She love smart men that don’t go broke.
Said her ex was cheap, all vibes was jokes—
Now she stack her standards like she stack her notes.
She classy, but the tongue real dangerous,
Whisper in my ear got my thoughts outrageous.
Ass too perfect, I swear it’s traitorous—
I dive right in, no fear, I’m faithless.
She want Dior dinners, downtown nights,
Soft kisses under neon lights.
She said I fuck her too good, ruin her life—
Told her ‘girl relax… I might make you my wife.’”**
(adlibs: “maybe…”)
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2:16 – 2:34 | OUTRO (slow fade)
“Luxury habits…
shawty too bad with it…
yeah… come here…”
(fade adlibs: “mmm…” “one more time…”)
