TAXIN lyrics

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[Intro: ThouxanbanFauni]
Staccs
Vroom
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom

[Chorus: ThouxanbanFauni]
Clairvoyance of the future and I can't have premonition
n*ggas always talk down but n*ggas always b*tchin'
n*ggas say they real, n*gga, but really act like women
30 round wit' extensions; hit it from the back, pull extensions (Come on)
And I'm still in the desert 'cause a n*gga been runnin' a mission (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
All of these n*ggas be b*tchin', all of these n*ggas they really some b*tches (b*tch)
Came wit' a lil drum, baby, that Nick Cannon, that extension
Say, why 34 taxin' and makin' these n*ggas pay pension?
Puttin' you on suspension, I want some ice and I want suspension
n*ggas be talkin', be talkin' like b*tches
Money be tough, and I'm talkin' 'bout Benjamin
You know I never have time for the dissin' (Woo)
You was so pus*y, I had a suspicion (Facts)
Testin' these n*ggas like, "Where your tuition?"
Taxin' these n*ggas like, "Where your admission?"

[Verse: UnoTheActivist]
Huh, huh, I got big money (Money)
I got big honeys
I got thick bunnies
Hold on, think my b*tch is coming (Mine)
Told her stop assuming (Stop)
You ain't gon' get sh*t from me (Nothing)
Nothin' but bullsh*t to me (No)
Y'all n*ggas hate us, funny (Ha ha ha ha)
In the kitchen, whip the dope and you might hurt your stomach (Dope, ugh)
Whippin' the dope and it might make you vomit (Ugh)
I'm in the air like a mof*ckin' comet
All of my dope is so white just like Comet (White)
n*ggas they hatin', my peers they comin'
I'm trippin', hold on lil bro, wait up for my gunners
Hold on lil bro, waitin' for the chop hit a n*gga like Norbit
Hold on lil b*tch, hop up on the di*k, I'ma hit it, is you done wit'?
[Chorus: ThouxanbanFauni]
Clairvoyance of the future and I can't have premonition
n*ggas always talk down but n*ggas always b*tchin'
n*ggas say they real, n*gga, but really act like women
30 round wit' extensions; hit it from the back, pull extensions (Come on)
And I'm still in the desert 'cause a n*gga been runnin' a mission (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
All of these n*ggas be b*tchin', all of these n*ggas they really some b*tches (b*tch)
Came wit' a lil drum, baby, that Nick Cannon, that extension
Say, why 34 taxin' and makin' these n*ggas pay pension?
Puttin' you on suspension, I want some ice and I want suspension
n*ggas be talkin', be talkin' like b*tches
Money be tough, and I'm talkin' 'bout Benjamin
You know I never have time for the dissin' (Woo)
You was so pus*y, I had a suspicion (Facts)
Testin' these n*ggas like, "Where your tuition?"
Taxin' these n*ggas like, "Where your admission?"
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