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tax refund. - [z6]jimmy. lyrics

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reverend sticky hands
yeah, yeah, huh, huh
yeah, yeah, yeah
throwin’ my tax refund in the strip club

go away, b*tch, i don’t need love
n***a wanna talk about he bi, uh, buy what
i don’t sell drugs, n***a, stop that lyin
stop tellin’ your mama, n***a, stop that cryin

bust your head real open, now you look like
a godd*mn piedmont, n***a, you died
huh, n***a, i ain’t never been self*reliant
i’m like five years old, saw coke on the table, n***a

might wanna sniff it
uncle put a pistol with me in the head
so i’m dumb now
why got dent in my head, little n***a

i come from the slums, don’t come now
i told that b*tch, well, i beat her back, don’t come now
i know my d*ck long as h*ll, b*tch
come take this sh*t, b*tch, i know you want more now

water on the table, n***a, i’ma make the whole f*ckin’ ocean drown when i step in
boy, y’all talkin’ like crazy sh*t
n***a tied neck, talk reckless
talkin’ like a cryin’, n***a, smoke with a hole
in your neck, act reckless
i don’t give a f*ck about your gold*ripped grill n***a, leave you neckless

sn*tched your chain for the beat
that sh*t was motherf*ckin’ fake
popped my tax refund at a strip club once again
y’all n***a really don’t bang

ya’ll n***a never, ever gon’ bend
them n****s on turbotax only got about five cents
had to pay the government back
like a godd*mn n***a where my money at

n***a, where the f*ck stop talkin’ that sh*t
suck d*ck where your mouth at
i don’t give a f*ck about your motherf*ckin’ bangin ass, n***a, where the clout at

loudmouth n***a like to talk too much
yall don’t p*ss in his mouth at
p*ssy ass n***a like to talk a lot
cunnilingus comin’ out this f*ckin’ glock

trap shut down yesterday
trap set down sat*rday
wait that was five years ago
wait that was seven years ago
i don’t understand time no more
i don’t wanna die no more
slang my die no more
your b*tch wanna f*ck no more

i don’t wanna f*ck no more
i’m feelin’ stuck once again
you off the plume once again
your ass get plump once again

choppa like tweezers once again
nose hair ass n***a, why the f*ck you hangin’ outside
you gon’ get plucked out
old leprechaun now, n***a short as h*ll

n***a, get your luck now
ask your coach where the gold mine, n***a
at the rainbow, shut it down
rain clouds over your building, my n***a

we gon’ knock it up and bust down
bust down rollie, avalanche, n***a think he kai cenat now
i don’t give a f*ck about a b*tch
i’ma kick out, tell her where the docs at

i don’t give a f*ck about yo son b*tch
where the f*ck, them’s fruit snacks
i’m f*ckin’ crazy even when i’m doin’ pillow s*x
you don’t bang a set, my n***a
i know you be lyin
at the strip club once again
with a tax refund
i’m eatin’ funyuns

while i’m chillin’ in the club
i’m on your block
eatin’ church chicken, n***a, r*i*p ya
i don’t f*ck with no lame n***a

talkin’ like bane, n***a
got her on muscle, n***a
you ain’t no bane, n***a
doo doo ass, boy

your supreme got stains on it
n***a, he ain’t got no aim, throw a bat, man
that sh*t got a boomerang on it

- z6jimmy lyrics

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