"Tax The Church" lyrics
Hop up and make it look easy boy
Jump out and hop on a sleazy thot
Hard for all these racks I worked
IRS come take it in blood
Neck, wrist, God sent da flood
Bitch ass nigga go tax the church
Bands and benjis in these lil' jeans
All of the wealthy we gone eat
We gone feast
Put milk in her face and it turn into cheese
Peperoncini, ciabatta and brie
Stuffing my face bitch I can't even breath
I'm rawing her yeeks while I lick on her feet
She wanna see how I handle dem P's
She want her body adorned with VV's
Fuck her and put her to sleep ZZ
I get high for-real, unfortunately
I might die for-real, unfortunately
She want me to come to Brazil speak Portuguese
Dreamt bout times like this eating Pork & Beans
Whole lotta hoes in here get a hundred more
I be beneath a bitch like a underscore
I like a lot bitches a smorgasbord
I like a lot drank finna pour some more
I'm finna rob the bank get a dumb stack
Walk in ya estate like mate where ya mums at
All my niggas gone ball where ya chums at
Pin a centerfold on a wall like a thumbtack
Niggas gettin got where the fuck your gun at
Round the way boy I'm leaving here wit sumn man
Bout to pull up wit scum and lil dumbass
Take a nigga money, run and thumb through it
Hop up and make it look easy boy
Jump out and hop on a sleazy thot
Hard for all these racks I worked
IRS come take it in blood
Neck, wrist, God sent da flood
Bitch ass nigga go tax the church
Bands and benjis in these lil' jeans
All of the wealthy we gone eat
We gone feast
Put milk in her face and it turn into cheese
Peperoncini, ciabatta and brie
Stuffing my face bitch I can't even breath
I'm rawing her yeeks while I lick on her feet
She wanna see how I handle dem P's
She want her body adorned with VV's
Fuck her and put her to sleep ZZ
Jump out and hop on a sleazy thot
Hard for all these racks I worked
IRS come take it in blood
Neck, wrist, God sent da flood
Bitch ass nigga go tax the church
Bands and benjis in these lil' jeans
All of the wealthy we gone eat
We gone feast
Put milk in her face and it turn into cheese
Peperoncini, ciabatta and brie
Stuffing my face bitch I can't even breath
I'm rawing her yeeks while I lick on her feet
She wanna see how I handle dem P's
She want her body adorned with VV's
Fuck her and put her to sleep ZZ
I get high for-real, unfortunately
I might die for-real, unfortunately
She want me to come to Brazil speak Portuguese
Dreamt bout times like this eating Pork & Beans
Whole lotta hoes in here get a hundred more
I be beneath a bitch like a underscore
I like a lot bitches a smorgasbord
I like a lot drank finna pour some more
I'm finna rob the bank get a dumb stack
Walk in ya estate like mate where ya mums at
All my niggas gone ball where ya chums at
Pin a centerfold on a wall like a thumbtack
Niggas gettin got where the fuck your gun at
Round the way boy I'm leaving here wit sumn man
Bout to pull up wit scum and lil dumbass
Take a nigga money, run and thumb through it
Hop up and make it look easy boy
Jump out and hop on a sleazy thot
Hard for all these racks I worked
IRS come take it in blood
Neck, wrist, God sent da flood
Bitch ass nigga go tax the church
Bands and benjis in these lil' jeans
All of the wealthy we gone eat
We gone feast
Put milk in her face and it turn into cheese
Peperoncini, ciabatta and brie
Stuffing my face bitch I can't even breath
I'm rawing her yeeks while I lick on her feet
She wanna see how I handle dem P's
She want her body adorned with VV's
Fuck her and put her to sleep ZZ
