Lyrics:
mansion tax by
Lemme get my bearings together
BBBBiggie mackin mansion tax by Thirty
This the last year to show I'm worthy
Had to dumb it down was getting
thought you knew better,but you still ran your mouth now you runnin from
them fuckin Georgia Boys from down south
ain't no sunshine my nigga,
brain I needa upraise my wager
I need Louis trenches Carti frames lensless
Pushing the exhaust on them Maybach Benz's
Playing roulette with five sets
I'm going, going, going, gone
Feeling like Louis man I'm on strong
My own mind do me wrong
But this Dutchie got me gone
And I gotta find a drug
This that St. Louis shit
Bitch, I know you mad
Bitch, I know you mad
Come and say that to my face (yeah)
Come and say that to my face (skrrt)
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
California on my mind.
Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh,
On across Caroline.
Stopped in
wanna look flee yeah I want a Louis tee
Yeah I'm selfish dark roses on my name yeah
I want a plain jane make these bitches go insane
Yeah I'm selfish
swear to God I Couldn't reply ay
Money on my mind bitch you can see It in my Eyes ay
Know this dick real cold
So she gone come Back to the Projects
Mama
at the gate
[LJ] Word that's cool, youknowhatI'msayin?
That motherfucker that time sent a fuckin ham sandwich
[SX] I conditioned my mind to finally
In the heat of the battle won't miss
Runnin around yea the swisha I swish
Gucci my belt
Yea it hold up my fit
Louis my bag
U can tell by
and the Candy Girl
Remind me of you because you rock my world
You come from Georgia where the peaches grow
They drink lemonade and speak real slow
You love
piece of mind
Now it appears that I am brain dead
My legs feel like Joe from Family Guy because she got insane head
Call me crazy but nowadays it seems
guaranteed you'll be there"
My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there
So
Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind
on the sink
No crack, only the weed that crack shit for the weak
Moneys on my mind I'm having nightmares in my sleep
Hate seeing money in my dreams cuz it's
dancing on me
Trapped and condemned by the skeletons, in my closet
Push em down take a breath
Another round I'm exhausted
I don’t really care what you
this bitch bro
And by my guess
I'll be popping by 2025
You know I been waiting just to drop The Ride
On your fucking lives
But not yet though cause
South
surrounded
'Cause he don't like the niggas that I'm down with
Motherfucker wanna do us
'Cause I like Nat, Huey, Malcolm, and Louis
Most got done by a black
AM
Girl I never listen to the shit that you telling me
Up late thinking workin' on my melodies
You ain't let me talk, speak my mind when you yell at me
at me
See me walking by you just want to be me
Tic tac toe in the Bentley
Yeah I'm on fire looking heavenly
Louis V on my feet
I pull up to your spot
In order for me to be happy
I need to let some of these so called conspiracies out in my poetry
Because there's some truth to these things, you may
damage you, you got thrown in the game with no manual
Back on my feet after the scramble, got all the intangibles
So pass the man on Louis Vuitton my
follow other girls o
Na you Dey pon my mind o
Stretch mark I still choose you
Big belly I Dey for you
So she tell me, why always me baby
Shey you nor go
A lot on my mind I think I need to take a load off
Electric design the way I'm blacking out and go off
The stage is the only place I'm cool to be
This here was all by design
I hit the jeweler I need some new shine
I'm Richer than ever my new state of mind
Sunk in that foreign the seats is reclined
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