Tax Me

Yeah
Yeah
Ay'
She want it smooth, I might just do a jazz beat
That lil' bitch ran through, but she is no athlete
That nigga must be a fool, if he tryna tax me
Seen that nigga tryna flex, same bag from last week
I just gotta' haircut getting ready for the darty
My niggas air this bitch up, you don't wanna get them started
Fucking with the fox farms make a whole different garden
I really took it personal when they didn't have me charted

I be smoking real za, I be damn near retarded
I know that boy a middle man by the way that nigga charging
I ain't doing hand to hands, I be coolin' with the bosses
Take a trip out atlanta-stan, but you gotta be cautious
Better chill on yo' first time, you might get nauseous
None these niggas 10 ten toes got heelys on the pavement
You know I got that shit ready just waiting on a payment
Why that nigga think he Simon, I don't care what he saying
I keep my shooter on the bench, he don't really like playing
Pop addy in the booth I might go super saiyan
Take a trip out the country, meet a bitch in the Congos
Feel like everybody unchy', I don't know what they slime for
Why the fuck would I be waiting, I be getting on my grind hoe
I ain't tryna be waiting, I don't wanna waste time
They can't make they own hustle, so they tryna knock mine
I had to get a lil muscle so I got a Glock nine

She want it smooth
I might just do a jazz beat
That lil' bitch ran thru
But she is no athlete
That nigga must be a fool
If he tryna tax me
Seen that nigga tryna flex the same bag from last week
I just got a haircut getting ready for the darty'



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