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letra de taxing - syx lit

[chorus: syx lit]
always gossip bout me bit no action tho
next time you try me ima smack you bro
spend a hunit on my wrist i be cashing out
nah you won’t never catch me lacking bro
acting hoe ima smack you bro
you won’t catch lacking bro
acting hoe ima smack you bro
you won’t never catch me lacking bro
tryna pull up on me get to blasting wow
yeah you won’t never catch me lacking though
spend a hunnit on my wrist start braggin wow
n-ggahs mad cause they ain’t like me oh
baby come through with the all dough
my baby come through with the all racks
pull up get your sh-t sn-tched like yeah lemme get that
n-ggahs talk tough thru a phone screen
but when you see me little n-ggah then go on and speak
they say syx you all talk won’t pull up to the scene
welle pull up to your block start up on the scene
yeah on the scene welle pull up to the scene
one text is all it takes ill rock your ass to sleep
im bout my money yeah theirs no joining teams
and when a n-ggah talking crazy he dont know me
if its bout my money im taxing bro
spend a rollie on my fit start spazzing out
im a crazy ass n-ggah so whats brack bro
you won’t never catch me lacking bro
acting oh lacking bro you will never catch me lacking bro
acting oh lacking bro you will never catch me lacking bro
if i pull up on a n-ggah ima smack you oh
if you talking real tough send the addy bro
got a gangster ass b-tch and she bout it oh
baby come through with the all dough
my baby come through with the all racks
pull up get your sh-t sn-tched like yeah lemme get that
and you still ain’t get your sh-t back
[verse 2: lil gotit]
he shoynk, i shlang that, n-ggas ain’t get sh-t back
ruger’s and glock 9’s and babies pushin’ sh-t back
runnin’ up a check, i’m reminiscing, hittin’ four flags
in that one way course it, nah f-ck it, rush that
play with me an’ get geezy, small talk be the cheapest
oh bhad bhabie take it easy, don’t do a whole n-gga greedy
they hold for some, they need it, her cursin’ on let you in here
my phone, yeah, startin’ ringin’
i f-ck with you, you just don’t see it
sh-ttin’ by my lonely, all these ho’s be on me
i know they tryna roll with me, ’cause i be stoning
someone just phone it, a’ight, let me zone it
credit-ass crip up on it, yeah, ass she show me
ass she show and she say slatt
speakin’ new truth, no, won’t do that
i tray that boy he ain’t dub my name
n-ggas say wait, “we got plenty guns”
we all tote shots that shoot for fun
k!llin’ that p-ssy want drip for somethin’
ain’t sh-t, then cry made back old money
ay, nig’ gon’ rob for somethin’

[chorus: syx lit]
if its bout my money im taxing bro
spend a rollie on my fit start spazzing out
im a crazy ass n-ggah so whats brack bro
you won’t never catch me lacking bro
acting oh lacking bro you will never catch me lacking bro
acting oh lacking bro you will never catch me lacking bro
if i pull up on a n-ggah ima smack you oh
if you talking real tough send the addy bro
got a gangster ass b-tch and she bout it oh
baby come through with the all dough
my baby come through with the all racks
pull up get your sh-t sn-tched like yeah lemme get that
and you still ain’t get your sh-t back

- syx lit

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