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mosque 
We just ice grilling 
Baguettes that come with no filling 
We were good but turned villain 
Open wide give her fillings 
No feelings 
Made her wife

a taxi
Make them bleed like a maxi if he try to tax me
I'm fly like Apache
At the pad just relaxing who trying to match me
Stacking cash got to do it

broke her Heart
If the plug try to tax then he getting robbed
Then i'm flipping the pack trying to make it far
If I don't got the g give that boy a Scar

remember times I couldn’t cop it 
R.I.P. to my mans I gotta stick to the plan 
I tattooed maintain on my hands Rip to Tax 
I was down on my last had to go

Stuck in the backseat, picking up loads
I feel like a taxi. Yeah, I still ride around town on the back street
Now I be taxing them niggas that tax me
Shy

She fill up the bag, hop back in the Rover, we doin the dash
Fuck is you sayin, I ain't got a ask, I take what I want and I'm run up the tax
This

I just counted a twenty  stack
She's late in her twenties  akkk
If she asks for money
I ain't got p
I ain't got a penny Ma
I'm tax collecting
My

ain't gone tax pay for the session ima run that fuckin feature
Been bout a check ain't talkin Nike these kicks ain't regular sneakers
Only thing I need is

on a higher tax rate
So you understand
Why my bank account is in the Cayman Islands

You're out of luck
With our lack of morals
You're out of luck
With our love

campaign?
Legalize and tax all drugs, tax the churches, legalize and tax prostitution, and make sure politicians have easy access because they're the ones

How the fuck-
Clyde I feel Eternal
(And you're good, and then it hits bro, it hits so hard)
Yeah yeah yeah
MISTERCRONOS, ayy
Tripping, (Ay, yeah, uh)

down
Was open to features wanna tax right now
You fronted ain't no coming back right now
You posting controlling all over her page, while she throwing

You can find me dead not alive
Let my brother go I'm tax free
Ian got nothing to hide
I rather walk to the graveyard
And not ask for a ride
But you

I got money in the bank
While all your stocks tank
I put mine in a mutual fund and 401k
A roth ira to retire someday
Those are tax advantaged with

You count it good?
Hehehe, stop di fuckery, man
A wap'n to you man? Chop dawg

He, ha, he-he, ha, mhm, chop
Dawg, dem ah bang e line, cyaan'

Designer fabrics hold all my cabbage
Ain't get this from relaxing, you got to practice
If someone cant vouch then I got to tax it
NGH on the map, we

This a real nigga coming from the fucking struggle
Get a bag flip it tax it now it's fucking double
Cause I really know about the dirty dirty

nose
Fiend want some glass showed up in his bare toes
Got his ass some good blow sippin tek not a fo saw 
My last bitch almost spit it out my nose
Perk

for the Kit-Kat
But we, yea
We, yo
Let me get it
Baby
(Like) Ou sit back
This income come no tax
It's calm, relax
Let it go, it come right back
And they

Yeah Yeah Yeah
Nobodies buying it
Still Trill
Tax
I can't buy what they shot these days
I'm in the market daily and nobodies buying it
I hear your

with you as well
Dragging Keeles name through the dirt
Whilst you make asylum seekers hurt

Robert Buckland pay ya fucking tax
IFP what the fuck is that

Make that ass
Clap
Bitch you bet not
Lack
And if you fuck that nigga
Bitch you better
Tax
Make that pussy jump
Make that pussy jump
Leave a nigga
Stuck

Counting up like I'm Drac
All I wear is Red and Black
Money up, count them racks
Diamond chest, twenty stacks
Imma step, evading tax
In the shit,

We Putting in Work That's Been Facts
We never lose Keep it Cool that's Tic Tac
Getting what's Ours Off the top that's no tax
Never hold us back from