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tax exempt - detroit l-o lyrics

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gold bottles on the studio monitor, for decoration
i celebrate in the booth with no hesitation
f*ck a crowd, i developed me my own section
i don’t rush into s*x, it throws off my erection
jacuzzi vibes with the cigar and bottega gold
my mold is special, here’s what i make a mill do
cost efficient investments, i know you interested
with 1 mill i can open 7 businesses
you ain’t never hit the booth and didn’t have a booth
laptop microphones and earphones to make the loot
burnt a couple cds, passed em to classmates
the next day, they asking bout a f*cking tour date
i owe it all to myself, i can’t go with y’all
detroit l*o special bro i can dribble a bowling ball
i can’t f*ck with y’all….. man it’s off with y’all
with a chick who can drink a shake thru a coffee straw
them spotify payouts make you wanna find another passion
dreams shattered, like 9/11 when planes crashed it
but just like the twin towers, i’m still here in spirit
looking at the numbers make my victory look phyrric
it’s too many songs i have with too many dope lyrics
sometimes i’m baffled at how many loved one’s don’t wanna hear it
positive feedback on my music don’t mean sh*t if you don’t purchase
a million ways to get it, but i’m still searching
hit the gym for hoop sessions for the cardio
keeping up with the younger n*ggas, hardly bro
hibachi friday, placing orders at yoshi
i only hang with women that look as good as the pictures they posting
chili cheese, gimme sliced and not squeezed
all my n*ggas decimate wood like dutch elm disease
in the midst of a corrupt government steady fooling us
watch yo friends, because brutus betrayed julius
n*ggas fake, eating steak, why wait
stack my cake so i can move to a tax exempt state
so many things that i put before the bread
it’s sad to lose a homie, and the n*gga ain’t even dead
when i say be pacific, that’s no grammatical error
on the coast, albums drop like the tower of terror
that’s yo b*tch, we can share her, face f*ck her til her throat hurt
she treat like a gogurt, i leave the hoe hurt
deez n*ggas is kids, they need parental supervision
wack artists need to put the mic down and listen

- detroit l o lyrics

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