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tax'd - mahzi lyrics

[intro: young thug]
ayy

[chorus: young thug]
drank, take a lil’ sip of that act (blow it)
flood all my b*tches in that (that way)
i’m in the projects without pat (ayy)
my jewelry leave ’em blind like bats (bling)
diamonds for her in the back (blaow)
hit that lil’ b*tch from the back, she stacked (what?)
ask me like how i do that? (what?)
pop a lil’ xan and relax (yeah)
about my racks, you get whacked (pew pew pew pew) if he got racks, he get taxed (pew pew pew)
five, four, three, two, one, attack (go)
b*tch, all of my whoadies hit that
p*ssy n*gga, they some rats (what?)
he swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
but all my b*tches they brats (brats)
pop a lil’ perky, relax (turn up, turn up)
[refrain: young thug]
these n*ggas up to something (hmm)
hey, she need to f*ck or something

[verse: mahzi]
if he got racks, he get tax’d
[?] my back
paper chasing [?] ready or not
they been watching your spot
[?] picking [?]
got the yoppa, won’t take no chanse with the oppers
look at my diamonds, they yellow
4 karots in the bezzle
syrup muddy, same color as the bezzle, iced out canary yellow
i’m tryna get [?]
my youngings, they came off the curb
they used to be fronting, but now they stuntin, my money is [?] your’s
boy, the money ain’t the issue
i got [?] for the issues
louie v all on my tissues
you fell off, and they just hit you
[?] slay them slay them
i got bad b*tches screaming “yeah”
b*tches thought they was bad
find out b*tches doing bad
all these b*tches talking money, always talking money, never see the cash
[?] with the bag
[?] do the math
f*ck n*gga plus a f*ck n*gga equals f*ck n*gga, can you add?
[?] a ho from [?]
then i flip it and [?]
catch me jugging on a sunday, might as well retire one day
club going on a tuesday, trap going up on a monday
got a closet full of skelitons
if you snitching, find your rellitives
bet you n*ggas never tell again
bet you n*ggas never tell again
with a pocket full of presidents
run up on you at your residents
pop the trunk just like an elephant
working harder than a mexican
pray to god to let me flex again
finessed a n*gga out a check again
finessed a n*gga out a check again
[chorus: young thug]
drank, take a lil’ sip of that act (blow it)
flood all my b*tches in that (that way)
i’m in the projects without pat (ayy)
my jewelry leave ’em blind like bats (bling)
diamonds for her in the back (blaow)
hit that lil’ b*tch from the back, she stacked (what?)
ask me like how i do that? (what?)
pop a lil’ xan and relax (yeah)
about my racks, you get whacked (pew pew pew pew) if he got racks, he get taxed (pew pew pew)
five, four, three, two, one, attack (go)
b*tch, all of my whoadies hit that
p*ssy n*gga, they some rats (what?)
he swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
but all my b*tches they brats (brats)
pop a lil’ perky, relax (turn up, turn up)
[refrain: young thug]
these n*ggas up to something (hmm)
hey, she need to f*ck or something

- mahzi lyrics

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