Taxes – Bali Baby (feat. Rico Nasty & Hoodrich Pablo Juan) – Bali Baby
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Muah (SK on the track) Bali Baby DJ Honorz what up nigga
[Bali Baby:] Clip hanging out my pocket like commas I’ma go fuck up some commas No I do not do the drama My niggas ruthless, you know they might just bome shoot up at your mama My Spanish bitch down, nah she don’t say nada So I take her shopping, Gucci and Prada Had to ask her friends “What was here name?” Cause I forgot what they called her All I know is chasing a dollar, I’m a dog, no collar I might just go and wrap a fucking baller Toting the sticks like we Harry Potter She a fly on the wall, so I’ma swat her I’m so icy when in sun I’m in water They hate my music and they say that I taught her You do what I do so you know you my daughter
Put y’all all in my taxes I’ma put y’all in my bracket Yeah, put y’all in my taxes, y’all in my taxes Yeah I’m gonna stack it, run up at Saks Fifth Put y’all in my taxes, on my taxes
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:] All my niggas bad like they some bastards All my children, I’m the trap daddy Racks on me like I had a tennis rack Wanna be me but you ain’t in my bracket Rich homie, called in rackets Steady clip one in the head, I’m a savage Jump out with Draco, Rico, go get nasty I got stripes like New Balance Go anywhere, nigga I trap with an Atlas I [?] the cookie at it I’m the coach where the [?] like John Madden I’ma cover the set like a line backer I’ma stunt like Givenchy, a slight dabber Cut that shit out, I’m a [?] Chop that shit up we some rare rappers All my OG like ESPY, grandaddy, pussy
[Bali Baby:] Put y’all all in my taxes I’ma put y’all in my bracket Yeah, put y’all in my taxes, y’all in my taxes Yeah I’m gonna stack it, run up at Saks Fifth Put y’all in my taxes, in my taxes
[Rico Nasty:] Busting the pack out the plastic Make you disappear like magic And I’m balling like I’m Magic These bitches hating, made me turn to a savage He wanna know why they call me Rico Nasty I bet I make you feel the pressure I apply it and I won’t let up Smoking healthy just like lettuce That clip way too long, you can’t measure Different ways to finesse And I got several of these bitches biting, yeah they cloning me Ain’t never ducking no beef, ain’t no ho in me My pussy too good so he can’t say no to me And he keep trying to hit, you’d think he’s smoking me He from the city, he keep saying motor me Not too many hitters look like a colony Damn I meant colony Think I had a dick the way these pussy niggas riding me, yeah
[Bali Baby:] Put y’all all in my taxes I’ma put y’all in my bracket Yeah, put y’all in my taxes, y’all in my taxes Yeah I’m gonna stack it, run up at Saks Fifth Put y’all in my taxes, on my taxes