taxes - bali baby lyrics
[intro]
mwua
(sk on the track)
bali baby
dj (?) what up n-gg-
[verse 1: bali baby]
clip hanging out my pocket like commas
i’ma go f-ck up some commas
no i do not do the drama
my n-gg-s ruthless, you know they might just pump shoot at your mama
my spanish b-tch down, nah she don’t say nada
so i take her shopping, gucci and prada
had to ask my friends “what was here name?” cause i forgot what they called her
all i know is chasing a dollar, i’m a dog, no collar
i may just go and wrap a f-cking baller
toting the sticks like we harry potter
she a fly on the wall, so i’ma swat her
i’m so icy when in sun i’m in water
they hate my music and they say that i’m (?)
you do what i do so you know you my daughter
[hook: bali baby]
put y’all all in my taxes
i’ma put y’all in my bracket
yeah, put y’all in my taxes, y’all in my taxes
yeah i’m gonna stack it, run up at saks fifth
put y’all in my taxes, in my taxes
[verse 2: hoodrich pablo]
all my n-gg-s bad like they some b-st-rds
all my children, i’m the trap daddy
racks on me like i had a (?) rack
wanna hang with me but you ain’t in my bracket
rich homie, called in rackets
stay clip one in the head, i’m a savage
jump out with draco, rico, go get nasty
i got stripes like new balance
go anywhere, n-gg- i trap with an atlas
i (?) cookie at it
i’m the (?) like john madden
i’ma cover the set like a line backer
i’ma stunt like givenchy, a slight dabber
cut that sh-t out, i’m a (?)
(?) we some rare rappers
all my og like espy, grandaddy, p-ssy
[hook: bali baby]
put y’all all in my taxes
i’ma put y’all in my bracket
yeah, put y’all in my taxes, y’all in my taxes
yeah i’m gonna stack it, run up at saks fifth
put y’all in my taxes, in my taxes
[verse 3: rico nasty]
busting the pack out the plastic
make you disappear like magic
and i’m balling like i’m magic
these b-tches hating, made me turn to a savage
he wanna know why they call me rico nasty
i bet i make you feel the pressure
i apply it and i won’t let up
smoking healthy just like lettuce
that clip way too long, you can’t measure
different ways to finesse
and i got several of these b-tches biting, yeah they cloning me
ain’t never ducking no beef, ain’t no ho in me
my p-ssy too good so he can’t say no to me
and he keep trying to hit, you’d think he’s smoking me
he from the city, he keep saying motor me
not too many (?) look like a colony
d-mn i meant colony
think i had a d-ck the way these p-ssy n-gg-s riding me, yeah
[hook: bali baby]
put y’all all in my taxes
i’ma put y’all in my bracket
yeah, put y’all in my taxes, y’all in my taxes
yeah i’m gonna stack it, run up at saks fifth
put y’all in my taxes, in my taxes
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