Lyrics:
Ordinance
§§ 21166, 21167, not under
Los Angeles Business Tax Ordinance § 21190
As defendant asserted plaintiffs'
Processes of sale and service were
Surprise yo' ass like a baby, takin' his first steps
I'm too good for just any bad bitch
Smoke like I've been kissin' dragons
That milk carton show her
a pecar y que el Diablo pague los tax (Tax)
Mami, relax (-lax)
Lo tengo Super Saiyan, le puse "Vegeta"
Se lo doy por donde sale excreta'
No baila
And now I think about all the money I make
Corporate tax loopholes
Morning workouts
The first sales drought
No more handouts
Flying first class
Business
motherfuckin' block
Yeah, and it don't quit
It's G-Unit in your motherfuckin' ass, bitch
(Non-stop)
They say good things should happen
To those who wait but I'm
Lie down
Teeth chatter
Heart pounds
I don't feel so good
I don't feel so good
Push a button to escape
Preacher on the tube crying, "Lord"
There's
Lie down
Teeth chatter
Heart pounds
I don't feel so good
I don't feel so good
Push a button to escape
Preacher on the tube crying, "Lord"
There's
wholesale
Play on the camera
They ringing the doorbell
Didn't have a spot so I trapped out a hotel
Everything whole sale
Ain't doin no cash app I need it hand
I already hit that hoe
I'm good on you
I hit that lick and shook back
I'm good on you
Plug tryna tax
I'm good on you
Fuck that old went and got me
I been-
Punching clocks in
All just to watch em’
Go table polish, or
Get to mopping
Or fucking something
You good for nothing
I been-
a girl in the room
Now she got something good she got to bring home soon, now
Its hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale, I mean
Yes,
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
Man we gotta sell something
What we gone sell?
Maybe we can sell some dick
We selling dick now ?
Dick for sale I got dick for sale
Dick for
you need one, I'll throw my tax on it, shoot a text
I treat my bitch so good, God blessed me with another one
They know they ain't gotta pay no bills
As you fall asleep
In the moonlight
Don't realize how much
Time you waste
You write yourself
A jazzy little tune
Good way to fill
That void of space
Sun's out I'm cruising around town
The shades are on the windows down
At a red light a sign caught my eye
Garage sale, I guess I can stop by
Got
Hit you hit you bad with ya motherfuckin' tax tax cab
Hit hit you back, get ya motha mother bag back
Put ya mouth where the moneys at
Debit, we take
of good fresh air when they're full of nothing else||Oh yes we are the people running in the race|Buying up the bargains in the ol' marketplace|Another sale
The Sale & Re Up
Might Be A Half In The Trunk
Shake The Bag Get It Gone
Go In Half Wit Me
Tax On The Keys
No Cap Wit Me
Get Them Racks Wit Me
Fuck You
Quick claim where's my back tax I had to bring my axe
I don't want another relapse
Quick claim where's my back tax I had to bring my axe
I don't want
be together till we're older, Till we're older
Man I speak facts
Big racks
No brats
Quick Hacks
No Sales
With Tax
Baby riding rarri with a Bently
No
I ain't takin no shit on my cuts
The UGK posse got the big big nuts
Yo, so who's a bold bitch?
Try to make a sale
You betta bail
Before they
that three months is like pre-nups:
I take half, of everybody's sales, I don't give a fuck
You're rap, R&B or, folk or country
You could do a duet LP
within that three months is like pre nups:
I take half of everybody's sales I don't give a fuck
You're rap R&B or folk or country
You could do
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