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Fuck your little dub bitch i'm cooking my dope
I use to get taxed but I bet not no more
I even know j's who can whip up an O
Drop me a deuce than I

don't get taxed
It is what it is
It's the life that I live it's facts
Im tired when I give and I give
But I did it for nish that's mad
I sit in my room

really off to mars I don't catch flights
Tryna gaslight ooh you get taxed right
Smoke a hash pipe using it to mask fright
Devils eyes built pieces from

Oh sly made that?!
Exotic smoker
Stay getting the paper like a fax
If you goofy then you know you getting taxed
In some dunks
Yeah i ball and make

where the money at (That’s where I’m At)
You ain’t gang you get taxed (Bitch)
I’m just letting out facts (Facts)
On the top where I’m at (Yah)
Stuffing

It sure is cloudy today
I just got jooged for a good price
Taxed for the pack
What I look like
Aye
Dumb lil batch
Tell her goodbye
I done ran up them

taxed, no love
I'ma keep this shit a dubb
All she wanted was a hug
But now your bitch gettin' fucked
You a lame, you a scrub
You a custy,I'm the plug
You

get your money up you can't be with me
I'm on that DistroKid
Fuck Amuse
Took down all my shit and Fanum Taxed my views
Fanum Taxed my views
They Fanum

militia we be taxed up
Bad women on the phone But she gon act up
Prolly cus her ex gotta her phone tapped up
We be going so slow that we can’t catch up
big

of skin
When the flow lets you go, you're alone again

As we come out of the kiln
Already cracks in our skin
Taxed and brittle
Pieces brake of as we harden

hips 
Back shot action
Niggas mad my prices up 
My niggas gettin
Taxed up
Taxed up 
Taxed up
Taxed up
Niggas dont want shit
And they don't even matter

ok you getting taxed
Might just put him on a shirt, we gon knock em off the map

We gon knock em off the map, give her dick then send her home
She said

(Reverse)
Dudu
Dudu
Boa
Yeah
Thank You Gio!
I got 100 shooters in the back
Oh, you want a verse?
You bout to get taxed
I don’t want your bitch
Lil

Straight gangsta
Lloyd Banks from Canada
Stacks taxed like Panama
Y'all ain't no challenge bruh
Straight gangsta
Lloyd Banks from Canada
Stacks taxed

deep in that hole
I been on my grind, yea that's facts, facts, facts, facts
I don't know you, you get taxed, taxed, taxed, taxed
There's something in my

gonna eat unless we all eating together
And that's that bitch I'm speaking all facts
New niggas come then they getting all taxed
Got the bitch mad now she

Tired ah hungry days
So we can't stop
Straight hand to mouth yes
Enough ah that
Straight hand to mouth
Say the check get taxed
Say we made it from

know u hoping I lackkkkk

  

I pull up and pull out them racks, Women exposing their racks 

Sit down they giving me lap, I’m paying knowing its taxed

I come from the Trap (Trap)
I bagged up whole P's on my lap (Trap)
It's 4k for the P if you ain't bro you getting taxed (Trap)
If I said it in a rap

Ratchet bitch gone slut me out
Keep stupid za inside a pouch
Opps shut up done closed thy mouth
I taxed a ho she from the south
Al Capone I keep em

Damn, these bitches don't know
How to act
Bussin' down the pack
I'll get it back
Want some dope from me
You get it taxed
Run up on me
Get hit wit

taxed
We want the gold but dressed in all black
Not where I'm at
Can't mirror me back
Im bring in racks I'm bring in racks
Can't mirror me back
Im bring

Heard you out the trap now
Heard booty fat now
Heard yo n**** neva back down
N***** still getting whacked down
Put em on pat down
N***** gettin taxed

On his dessert I'd snack
And turn his smile to a frown

We had ice cream!
'Til Big Brother made us scream
We had creme brulée!
'Til Big Brother taxed it