
Taxes
by Lil Mosey
on Unreleased Songs
At your home with a pole ,get that choppa with a scope
We blowing O's,we rolling dope,we taking toes, we pouring 4's
Oh that's yo hoe i didn't know
Bitch, i chase money you chase bitches
If you run up on my gang then we smoke you like a swisher
All my niggas keep that blaster
Fuck that bitch then i pass her
Im a buisiness, you keep bitches i pay nothing, you pay taxes
Fuck that bitch, you cuff that bitch, in other words you got her shackled
You flex that sack on twitter, have my niggas get you tackled
Other words we finna lick you, we gon choke you, we gon rob you
And if yo ass got a problem, get that mac and we gon pop you
I keep 40's on my hip, I load that bitch I let it rip
I got the chopper out the window with a dick I let it hit
You niggas simps, you niggas simple, imma pop you like a pimple
Smoking fingers of the woods, you smoking sticks, you smoking pencils
And I keep that choppa on me in case a nigga run his mouth, bitch I been runnin up my bands and then I ran up in yo house
I might crack that seal, I might pour that drank, Im on lean and xans, I can't feel my face
I just roll that gas, I just roll that stank, bitch I don't hold no hands, I just hold my K
And I know two white bitches that I just might fuck. I like pills, I like lean, I like two white cups and I cannot stand because Im too hot up
We pourin four lines each, You pourin two lines bruh
[Lil mosey]
You purin two lines up, fuckin' broke ass nigga, Im chasing stacks, these bitches on me and I stay gettin' richer
I'm smoking woods to the face, got too much for a swisher, and I can't even walk around without people askin' for pictures
Im leanin' for bout three days, I'm fuckin' up my kidney and my vision going two ways and im fuckin' up my simmons
Like I told you yeah im 2 paid so you always se me winnin'
Copped the pole to hit some licks but I still stay wit it
HIttin' stains, I hit the boof shit was way more safer
Bitch I'm band kid mosey cause I stay wit a paper
And you keep talkin' like you know me but you won't see me later
I want da neck, fuck that other shit I can't even date her
Pull I got three states, ask her I got mean dick
Quick to fold a nigga, bitch I say it cause I mean it
Me and bro just [?]
If you feenin' for that work just know that im a sever nigga
Get yo bands up nigga, can't even stand up nigga
My pockets gettin' heavy since I ran up nigga
Get yo bands up nigga, can't even stand up nigga
My pockets gettin' heavy since I ran up nigga
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