| Tryna get up in them pants, 'cause I really need a bag, I 'on't really mean to
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| brag
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| I ain’t seen a nigga yet that can run in with ya boy
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| I’m walkin' 'round the house without a shirt like Uncle Roy
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| I sent my Uncle Rick to get some liquor from the store
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| I need to hit the nursing home to see my Uncle Ray
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| Supposed to go and see my mama but I went and made a play
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| I ain’t nothing like the muh’fuckin' niggas round the way, I’m the muh’fuckin'
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| truth
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| Everything I muh’fuckin' do
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| I asked him what he paid, the nigga said, «25,» should’ve seen the nigga eyes
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| when I told him, «22»
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| Like the other nigga face when I hit 'em for the twenty
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| You know everybody 'round me getting muh’fuckin' money
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| I ain’t forget to pray, but I ain’t go to church on Sunday
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| I was selling pounds tryna break 'em down to onions, goddamn, there he go
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| These niggas hate it when they see me on the radio, they even played a nigga on
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| the TV
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| These niggas late, I told these niggas I was great they ain’t believe me
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| I hit the crowd, the people squeeze me, they be screamin', «Baby Jesus»
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| Fucked around and made a 20 yesterday from sellin' reefer
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| Made another 45 hundred doin' niggas features
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| I’ma turn a 25 to a 50, double that and bring it back to the family everybody
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| round me eatin'
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| And if I’m on the stage and nigga in the crowd play crazy we gon' jump up off
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| the stage we gon' beat him
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| I cut a couple side hoes off, cause I don’t got the time of the day for them
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| bitches I don’t need 'em
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| All the labels lookin' at me cut the muh’fuckin' check
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| 'Cause I ain’t seen a rapper out here fuckin' with me yet
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| I’m holding up a Rollie on my muh’fuckin' wrist
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| And I’m dancin' round with diamonds on my muh’fuckin' neck
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| Fuckin' on her good like I’m tryna break a sweat
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| I just hopped up off a flight, flew to Charlotte overnight
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| I don’t wanna be a killer, I don’t think you wanna die
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| That’s a muh’fuckin' .40, put it on a nigga life
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| What the fuck a nigga mean, fuck is on a nigga mind
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| Why he wanna fuck with me? |
| I was out here doing fine
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| Book the show and pay the fee, I’ma turn up every time
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| I’m too busy on the grind, don’t try now to hit my line |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tax Time , by - DaBaby. Song from the album Baby Talk 5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп