Lyrics Taxin' - 32 Karat, Trippy Hippy, Tecno Drift

Taxin'

Bridge: YUNG gOD
Nine to Five, yeah I’m on the grind
Tryna feed my fam, getting paper (Mama!)
Talking 99, yeah I’m on them jobs, getting dough like I’m a baker (Rrrrah!)
Niggas asking me for favors (what?!)
When I’m not around you hating (Ugh!!)
Calling, Texting on the daily (prrrr!)
Where were you when I was failing?
Hook: Taffy x YUNG gOD
When I’m in the streets they calling me, boyi nipaseko chabe ya drink
Bakamba bakamba they’re calling me, boyi nipaseko chabe ya drink
Asking and Taxin a nigga like, boyi nipaseko chabe ya drink
Damn it your hustle be sounding like, boyi nipaseko chabe ya drink
Verse 1: YUNG gOD
These niggas be taxing me (Zacchaeus)
All of these niggas they taxing me (yaba!)
Your girl in my face she harassing me (gotdamn)
Cause she know that I got the recipe
I’m tryna get rich before I turn 30 my nigga you know that’s the plan (and you
know)
But how can I stack up these racks when these niggas be coming around with
they’re hands
Looking for a handout, you so damn lazy like you Xanned out (why?!)
You dick ride hoping that I pull them bands out (D'HAHAHA!)
Nigga you should grow up you a man now (you a grown a** nigga!)
I be the only surrounded by winners, when Im in this room full mirrors (word!)
So tell that pussy cat to write his own lyrics, stop stealing my rhymes and
just mind your own business!
(you heard? Iweh!)
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Verse 2: Taffy aka The Badboy T
I’m grinding for Dough like a Baker
Look at the way that they Wake Up
Broke like a Bitch with no make Up
Damn it am Baking the Cake Up
Just look At the way that they hustle For Change
Battle with Rage, alibe Na Reg
I swear that you ninggas ain’t nothing but negative energy up in my Range
(ain't talking about Rovers)
Ndimwe Ma lovwa, zero pa ntumba
Ndiwe Kabova, unama Na kuba
Damn it its too Bad
Elo si Dobo, Awe ni Junta
Just look at at the way
That they look at the weight of my Pocket
The way that I’m talking the way that am walking
The Chain that am Rocking
They thinking that they
They can keep up
But can you keep a
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Verse 3: 32 Karat
I be tryna cut the middle man
Yeah yeah yeah that been that plan
I ain’t a rapper no more my nigga
I’ma business man that’s into rap
No award but put zed on the map
They been sour since i started trap
The money be calling I holler back
Like prrr prrr where my nigga at?!
I don’t got pressure with giving nada
But i get pressured when you doing nada
Always expecting from me alone
When i was steady grinding all alone
Money radars when you get to texting
Never invite wen u up n flexing
Trippy looking like the next selection
When we up in sections know its bottle pressing
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