Taxin Letra

Ridin' round in foreign cars, goin' mobile (Uh)
It's four racks for my ring in total (Aye, aye)
Shippin' packs, you don't know shit 'bout the postal (Aye)
That's yo bitch, well, she like my vocal (Uh)
That's my slime, on his head is a cobra (Uh)
I miss lean, I miss buying sodas
I stretch my money, no yoga
I-I-I need-I need mo' money than Oprah (Uh, uh huh)
Expensive, I swag in high fashion
They see me, they don't need no glasses (Oh, no, hm)
They talkin', they just want a reaction
My passion's for drugs and satisfaction
They bluffing, we know you ain't having
What you flexing, I got a fraction
When I was down, I remember they was laughing (Peons)
Now I'm the plug, I pull up, I'm taxing
I don't know you, I'm taxing
I'm taxing for the wax pen
Got good gas, you relaxin' (Oh, uh)
Pull up, I'm taxing (Go)
I don't know you, I'm taxing
I'm taxing for the wax pen
Got good gas, you relaxin' (Oh, oh, go, go)

Is that Tango on the beat?
Aye, Nine9 really kickin' shit, 'ya heard?
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