lirik lagu ebk young joc - tax free
[intro]
(sparky made it slap, n~gga)
[verse 1: ebk young joc]
we on that sh~t, dog
five, four, three, two, one, i’m finna lift off
cuddie talk a lot, i ain’t lying, he talk his lips off
blood gang, piru, but bro could crip walk
never got a stock on my glock, i like to stick talk
and, n~gga, if it ain’t a stick, i got fifty in it
i be around nothing but k!llers, that’s who with me, n~gga
pull a juug move on anybody, it get tricky, n~gga
this a jiffy, hid a bl!cky, i get jiggy with it
baby said she wanna f~ck lil sleaze, i’ma let him hit it
glizzy filled up, ho, you ain’t know? it got letters in it
come drop a bomb on your block, it’s like terrorism
we out here pimping on these hoes, boy, you marrying
boy, you marrying
we out here pimping on these hoes, boy, you marrying
come drop a bomb on your block, it’s like terrorism
[verse 2: soulja boy]
i’ll air this b~tch out in delarean
wе just slid the opps’ blocks, them n~ggas ain’t nevеr there again
uh, give me one second, i’m ’bout to walk in
headshot, face shot, lil’ n~gga, i’m going all in
we [?] on the opps, i guess we stalking
slide, slide, spin, n~gga, drop a light ten
gang go crazy and swiss cheese the benz
hundred~fifty shots out the porsche cayenne
uh, feel like 50, get rich or die trying
p~ssy n~gga reach for my chain, he gon’ die trying
p~ssy n~gga, i’m in the booth and i’m going right in
caught a opp on the block, he got hit with like ten
[verse 3: ebk trey b]
i won’t accept a b~tch if she don’t bring that fee
we could be at the mall, b~tch, i’m still gon’ squeeze
speaking of squeeze, n~gga, pass that
i catch a fly out of bounds, another hashtag
name a time them n~ggas slid and we ain’t slide back
swing on me, i got this glock, i won’t fight back
his mama begging for his life back
his mama begging for his life back
we was just on your block, n~gga, all day
bounce out, drop shots, n~gga, broad day
i’m kinda mad we ain’t blitz they ass from all ways
that should’ve been a score
name a n~gga you seen around me that ain’t bust they pole
spin my block, i got a chop that’ll touch your soul
b~tch, the sh~t i spit is fire, better duck and roll
real hotboii
i heard y’all n~ggas think they k!llers, no, you not, boy
i got teejaee on my hip, this a glock, boy
ayy, joc, what these n~ggas on?
play with my [?], i’ll get a n~gga mama gone
[outro]
(sparky made it slap, n~gga)
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