Lyrics:
Oh baby i'm so tired
Men from the government
Men from the tax report
Men in the public school
Men owns the golden rule here
I'm everybody's slave
I
it's a tax
Oh no no, goin out sad (no)
I just ordered up a bag (no, no)
Sellin' drip (drip), fuck a swag (drip)
I put diamonds on my glass (glass),
(Never) Seems to be over
(Damn, yeah) Seems to be over
Seems to be over
They know she's mine 'cause I rule her
She says he does fine but I'm cooler
I
Oh bay baby I'm so tired....
The man from the government
The man from the tax report
The man from in the public school
The man owns the golden
gun clappers
Out on the wrong corner your shit'll get spun backwards
You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk
Or your own nana'll keep a gat
when I'm at the table it's the Futterman's rule (wohoo)
Workin' on my game 'cause it's time to tax
I'm on a crazy mission to wax Bob Mack, shit
Up
Hold up, lemma catch my breath
Nigga watch yo step
I'm in the game, it ain't no rules
We'll knock off ref
Don't leave the crib without them racks
scratch the surface
In the rule of crime & the rule of law
Just see your rulers as a gang, nothing more
And pay your protection to Tax man in return
For
silent
and higher, and higher means to a world (?)
where all I need is prez
and that is my rent
just by fatting the rest
who won't admire it
won't rule
Oh bay baby I'm so tired....
The man from the government
The man from the tax report
The man from in the public school
The man owns the golden
I do some shit that you can't even do at all boy
Platinum tooth boy
Make it two boy
Come to the crib you can bowl, swim, or hoop boy
Big rule boy
the pimps?
Wimps, sitting behind a desk
You only get a glimpse of the action or reaction
When you don't respond to them TAXING
You fuck a lot when you're tax
WHO SETS THE STANDARDS?
WHO SETS THE LINES?
WHO YOU? OR DO THEY RULE YER MINDS?
The snitches the bitches be takin advantages
of the chances
the Puba's never bluffing
I gets headaches from the wack, so then I take a Bufferin and I max
I wait until the opportune time and then I tax but should I
even do at all boy
Platinum tooth boy
Make it two boy
Come to the crib you can bowl, swim, or hoop boy
Big rule boy
What are you doing in me yard
the Puba's never bluffing
I gets headaches from the wack, so then I take a Bufferin and I max
I wait until the opportune time and then I tax but should I
I tax
But should I max?
Now they say sinning is for sinners so I guess I'm not a sinner
Beginnings is for beginners so I guess I'm no beginner
This is
team shinin' through like Ma rule
Worse come to worst we got shorties layin on forty-first
They want The Firm somethin' awful, to tax somethin'
INTO A NEW DECADE UNDER TORY RULE
MAGGIE’S BOYS ARE BACK IN POWER
THEY’RE TAKING US FOR FOOLS
WE’RE BAILING OUT THE BANKS THEY’RE ALL OVERDRAWN
THEY’RE
tax exemptions
You've been looking for a writer
Tighter than that rectum
That's convenient, sleeping on him
Keep dreamin' i'll teach sheep to rap till
Camaros
And I'm robbing denero
Not a Goodfella
Fuck it I'm a great fella
Money man under tax Uncle Sam Mayweather
That rain weather, I'm a wave bender
We
a hypothetical
I rule tyrannical
Tyrannical-saurus-rex
Fuck the system
Solar plexus
A lone star Texas, yeah,
Too smart to be sexist, hey
Slow it down;
a lover
Check it out, check it out, here we go, let me say it.
Tax on wax make the brothers wanna play it.
To the front, to the front, to the back,
the same state we gotta pay our tax, if we get locked up it's double rate
We get popped then retaliate, and they sell us these guns
In these fucked up
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