Lyrics:
You may sales tax the flour, the lard and the meat
Take the pennies 'way from me and my pals
You may sales tax everything that we have to eat
But
cmericans to pay a 30% national sales tax in addition to state sales tax on everything they buy and use under a consumption tax such as:
Food
Clothing
muhfuckas paying fees
With the sales tax
Nigga get yo cost up
Oh you want boss up?
Thinking that you bigger than the crew?
Seen plenty switch up it’s
my L's back
Pay whatever for you, girl, fuck the sales tax
Pull up in that Hellcat, skirt, skirt on em
Niggas say you know me, so they throw dirt on em
Delaware, I’m from Delaware x10
D-E-L Aware
Corporate tax haven? I’m aware.
No sales tax cause we don’t care
The water’s polluted just like
You may sales tax the flour, the lard, and the meat.
Take the pennies away from me and my pals.
You may sales tax everything that we have to eat,
But
tax loophole
I leave the poor living in a poophole
At time when AIDS is in a crisis
I cut health care and I raise prices
Sales tax, snack tax
give the rich a giant tax loophole
I leave the poor living in a poophole
At time when Aids is in a crisis
I cut health care and I raise prices
Sales
tax loophole
I leave the poor living in a poophole
At time when AIDS is in a crisis
I cut health care and I raise prices
Sales tax, snack tax
To America
Where everything and nothing that Google says is hip
(The sales tax for the following items)
(Will be raised immediately, cigarettes)
We will
than whatever wack shit you spit
I'm poisonous, like an avocado pit
2.9% sales tax, fuck that
And a 1.1% RTD tax, fuck that too
I ain't paying shit, what
slacks, loops and sales tax
On the racks but my label is Derelict
Spic-n-Span I slam, it's balls you lick
Ill missions, but doin us ain't even simple
money yo
Just relax start analyzing
'Fore you start adding your sales tax
Took that tool in ooh 'bout to get large
Fuck that fucking wit see rules
whoop)
Chicken call (Cluck, cluck), snatchin' up men's
Tell what what you want, baby daddy got that
Gotta get it this week while there's no sales tax
car for the low
Low price and APR you were given
With no payments for the
First twenty-four months
And we pay your closing costs and sales tax
With
wave to catch a crazy catchphrase
I'm just a neck brace to the next crazy contestant who should step to me, net pay
Tell paparazzi I'm charging sales
you'll make more if you sell it to em
Plus that's more sales tax, let me tell it to em, ha (preach!)
I'll run for mayor. I say that hopefully.
I'll run for
can't escape from
Lyrically, I pack heat, you pack a tape gun
I'm landing blows you can't dodge, this ain't sales tax
I left footprints in the Sahara, I
kickbacks
I'm coming in baby collecting my sales tax
I'm cleaning them up
And I'm all out of Ajax
Make you grab a back pack
And hop onto the Amtrack
Wake up
be three dollars, plus Chicago sales tax
Dudes pissed, talkin' that shit
Says I'm a stingy mothafucka, on that grinch type kick, I'm like
Listen,
we sell and the trash as well
God bless consumerism, go to hell
Sick and tired of the ads that tell me what I should buy
The sales tax, breaks our
backs
You know man don't ever fallback
Yeah charge em' like it's sales tax
Yeah you should know it's all facts
Yeah hit em' wit the clapback
Mans wanna
to your movements, bae
And I can feel you about to lose it, bae
Oh, oh, don't quit that, I'll miss that
Pussy so good, feel like it got a sales tax
Anybody
am the master we control the tempo
Making the tempo fast
I can never relax
With the ep we back
I’m spitting straight facts
Low down like sales tax
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