Lyrics:
saying, that i'm copying and shit
Twenty-six years i been doing this shit
Who you know rap, dance, act sing and shit
Cuz my tax money make sure you eat
I'ma tax 'em (oh, I'ma tax 'em)
Got a bad bitch, she act a hella goofy though
I don't bring her around me, she talk a lot
That my nigga, he know, he
money to burn
He's in the soda pop and cars
And he's in your new TV
He's in the beer and wine you drink
And he sneaks in while you eat
Tax man, tax man
peanuts anyway
Tax my smoke, tax my drink
Tax me if I try to think
Tax my car, tax my gas
Find other ways to tax my ass
Tax my weed, tax my beers
When I
small
Be thankful I don't take it all
'Cause I'm the tax man, yeah
I'm the taxman
If you drive a car
I'll tax the street
If you try to fix it
I'll tax
Destroyed, but what for?
When I get signed, homie, I'ma act a fool
Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room
Snatch your little secretary bitch for
whole squad
Forty around spending doe, flip ya for my kinfolk
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas feeling like I
a pull up I'm a stack it I'm a grab it
I'm a pull up I'm a act up when I bag it
Got pressure let you stunt up on some baguettes
Baby let me tax it
Fast records write my track crazy hit big killer crime
Bad records, nigga be tax relax looking for some
Had records ghetto record vinyl, CD,
Haters mad at me since I’m on the right track
Tried to box me in but I pulled a step back
Now I’m moving on up bigger tax brac
You can call it how
I'ma throw another bag on them bitches
Cop car, dropped call
Get a tag on them bitches
I want money in full
Get exact on them bitches
With my dogs
what finger fuck you whole squad.
Forty around extendo, flipping for my kin folk
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas
the job.
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga what finger fuck you whole squad.
Forty around spending doe, flipping for my?
Let you raid tax
what finger fuck you whole squad.
Forty around extendo, flipping for my kin folk
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas
what finger fuck you whole squad.
Forty around extendo, flipping for my kin folk
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas
what finger fuck you whole squad.
Forty around extendo, flipping for my kin folk
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas
what finger fuck you whole squad.
Forty around extendo, flipping for my kin folk
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas
what finger fuck you whole squad.
Forty around extendo, flipping for my kin folk
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas
(Value Added Tax Bitch)
I've been smokin heavy every night
Clouded point of view
Rollin up another one
What u tryna do yeah
Know your fuckin limits
not a patty-wagon
Everybody knows I'm the Act exactly
I don't know why you sitting, don't tax me
Yeah, I need chicken like Zaxby's
Huh, yeah, riding
dick good for ya (Herbs)
Move out the hood for ya (Burbs)
She like car sex
Fuck on the hood for ya
She want cash I got cash but I tax (I need extra)
If
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
Cause we mean business
Don't slang no weight in our parts
Cause we mean business don't slang no weight in our parts
There's tax that has to pay up
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