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letra de lifestyle - g $taxx

[intro]
(n—a g $taxx back at it again)

[chorus: g $taxx]
back at it again -whirr-, f-ck on yo’ b-tch -beep- then i f-ck on her friend
smokin’ gelato you rollin’ up stems, need a new whip might cop a benz
rollie a audi (yeah), i might just f-ck on ya shawty (yeah)
got this drip up on me (yeah), gotcha main b-tch callin’ (yeah, yeah)
hop in the coupe, i might just take off the roof
laid back smokin’ on boof, i just do what i do (do what i do, yeah, do what i do)
do what i’m doin’, uh
you know g $taxx coolin’, uh
and that n—a booless, uh
so come on let’s do it, uh, yeah
don’t hit my phone -phone rings-, talkin’ ’bout some put me on
i’m in my zone i -phone rings- ain’t gon’ fold, hot n—a but my ice so cold, brrr, brrr
ice so cold, rollie my arms it’s froze
got this drip from my head to my toe
my jewels dancin’ like a b-tch on a pole (yeah, yeah, yeah)
got a snow bunny, uh (ayy)
and she want my money, uh (ayy)
but she can’t take from me, uh (ayy)
on my d-ck she love me, uh (ayy)
day n’ night kid cudi, uh (ayy)
day n’ night kid cudi (ayy)
yeah we sippin’ on bubbly (yeah)
and my b-tch real- (b-tch real, b-tch real)
[verse 2: damian adams]
(yeah, yeah)
i’m about eight years in, yeah
i’ma go f-ck on your friend
toss out the whip, now i’m bouta hop in a benz
i ain’t doin’ this for the trends, yeah
visions will show how it ends, yeah
she said i’m close to her lens, yeah
baby girl shake out the [?], yeah
i don’t wanna hear you vent, yeah
i just wanna see you bend, over
you better have a nice scent, clover
i’m a big star like donald glover
she like to catch all the feels, lover
i’ma go flip another pack, she said i should nut on her back, uh
shawty said count up my stacks, i said i’ma go pull on your tracks
bouta go jump in a foreign, f-ckin’ a b-tch her name lauren
covered in saint laurent, i’ma go do what i want
i’ma go dance like a taunt, you can go change up the font
she is so good wit’ her tongue, i’m f-ckin’ it up need a plunger

[chorus: g $taxx]
back at it again, f-ck on yo’ b-tch then i f-ck on her friend
smokin’ gelato you rollin’ up stems, need a new whip might cop a benz (bands, bands)
rollie a audi (yeah), i might just f-ck on ya shawty (yeah)
got this drip up on me (yeah), gotcha main b-tch callin’
-phone rings-
turn, turn your location on right now
why?
becau- stop bro why the -beep- are you recording?

hop in the coupe, i might just take off the roof
laid back smokin’ on boof, i just do what i do (do what i do, yeah, do what i do)
do what i’m doin’, uh
you know g $taxx coolin’, uh
and that n—a booless, uh
so come on let’s do it, uh, yeah
don’t hit my phone, talkin’ ’bout some put me on
i’m in my zone i ain’t gon’ fold (ayy), hot n—a but my ice so cold
ice so cold, rollie my arms it’s froze
got this drip from my head to my toe (brrr)
my jewels dancin’ like a b-tch on a pole (yeah, yeah, yeah)
got a snow bunny, uh (ayy)
and she want my money, uh (ayy)
but she can’t take from me, uh (ayy)
on my d-ck she love me, uh (ayy)
day n’ night kid cudi, uh (ayy)
day n’ night kid cudi (ayy)
yeah we sippin’ on bubbly (yeah)
and my b-tch real lovely (ayy, yeah)

[outro: g $taxx and damian adams]
i’m about eight years in, yeah
back at it again, f-ck on yo’ b-tch and i f-ck on her friend

- g taxx

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