Britney Spears Ft. Usher and Ludacris Yeah Toxic (Blades Blend Remix) Lyrics

Britney Spears:
Ohhhh!

Usher e Ludacris:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ush, Ush, Ush, Ush,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ush, Ush, Ush, Ush,

Usher:
Up in the club with my homies,
Trying to get a lil V-I, keep it down on the low key,
'Cause you know how it is.
I saw Shorty she was checkin up on me
From the game she was spittin' in my ear
You would think that she knew me.
So we decided to chill

Conversation got heavy,
She had me feelin like she's ready to blow!
(Watch Out!, Watch Out!)
She's saying "come get me, come get me",
So I got up and followed her to the floor,
She said "baby let's go"
When I told her I said

Britney Spears:
With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
With the taste of a poison, I'm in paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?

It's getting late to give you up
I took a sip from the devil's cup
Slowly it's taking over me
(Ush, Ush, Ush, Ush)
Too high, can't come down
It's in the air and it's all around
Can you feel me now?

Usher:
Gettin' low!
I'm like yeah, just work that out for me
She asked for one more dance
and I'm like, yeah,
How the hell am I supposed to leave?
and I said

Don't you know that you're toxic?

Ludacris:
Watch out!
My outfit's ridiculous,
In the club lookin' so conspicuous.
And Rowl!
These women all on the prowl,
If you hold the head steady I'm a milk the cow.
Forget about the game I'm a spit the truth,
I won't stop till I get em in they birthday suits.
So gimmie the rhythm and it'll be off with they clothes,
then bend over to the front and touch your toes.
I left the jag and I took the Rolls,
If they aint cutting then I put 'em on foot patrol.
(Taste of your lips I'm on a ride) (Ush, Ush, Ush, Ush)
How you like me now,
When my pinky's valued over three hundred thousand,
Lets drank you the one to please,
Ludacris fill cups like double d's.
Me and Ush once more and we leave 'em dead,
We want a lady in the street, but a freak in the bed to say

Britney Spears:
With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
With the taste of a poison, I'm in paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?

Intoxicate me now
With your loving now
I think I'm ready now
I think I'm ready now
Intoxicate me now
With your loving now
I think I'm ready now