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letra de rubberducky - yung tax collector

[intro]
yeah, see, y’all- y’all, y’all ain’t even paying attention to my music anymore (they don’t! like, why don’ they?)
that’s apparent. y’all just don’t care about my music (it doesn’t make sense)
but, you know, i’ma keep putting out songs, ’cause i like doing it (i- i bet)
so y’all can listen to this, if not, then y’all can go listen to harry styles or whatever y’all listen to (yeah, that’s [?])

[artist tag]
ayo don? ayo don!

[verse]
keep bibles adjacent
k!ll beats like i’m jason
i’m fly like a raven
you dry like a raisin
i’m hot like some bacon
yo girl she try datin’
got bread like i’m bakin’
i don’t mess with satan
i can rap but i’m ugly
god say that he love me
got drip like somе bubbly
my scars be all touchy
pull up like some huggiеs
got drip, rubber ducky
the devil be fussy
nah, we can’t be buddies
it’s so cold outside got my coat on like kenny
i don’t sip patron and i do not sip henny
i don’t got no money, i don’t got no pennies
i do not wear gucci, i do not wear fendi
thumb through the racks while i do the division
ytc, it’s ya boy on a mission
i’m breakin’ ankles like my name coryxkenshin
my middle name start with “w” ’cause i’m winnin’
my music fire, that’s guarantee
my fit be lookin’ like pharisee
i be real sweet like sara lee
this real music, not a parody
finessed you already, no need for apology
i’m philosophical, just call me socrates
usin’ my head, yeah, just like lobotomy
i follow jesus, i don’t do no sodomy
you say that i’m trash, boy, i think you just buggin’
i sip holy water, don’t sip robitussin
i don’t take no “l”s, bruh, i’m steady dubbin’
i’m stayin’ pure, so i don’t do no huggin’
you want the smoke, but i do not be vapin’
got ice on my wrist, boy, it feel like i’m skatin’
the devil be robbin’, son, but his name not nathan
i’m keepin’ it real while these broke boys be fakin’
pull up in all black, i feel like darth vader
jesus love me so you know i love haters
got the heat, like i’m cookin’ up taters
dunder mifflin, ya boy gettin’ paper
you makin’ me sick, i call you an allergy
say that she love me, i know that a fallacy
jesus my teacher, my church is academy
only speak truth, that’s foreign like j-panese
i gotta dip like, “where is the exit?”
split up from sin, yeah, just like brexit
made another one just like jetson
swift like a fox, i’m not talkin’ megan
yo music stink, yo album full diaper
you stealin my style, i call you the swiper
run to the bag, i feel like a hiker
i got the drip, just like a geyser
my fit lookin’ fresh, i pull up in forces
tribe be on the move, galloping like horses
fighting these demons, it’s boutta get morbid
finna wipe out like obstacle courses
i preach to the streets, you preach to the choir
smokey the bear, my music is fire
got the heat, like i’m up in the dryer
i plan for the future, you stress about prior
just like some braces, i gotta get straight
you countin’ mistakes while i’m countin’ up cake
satan tryna poison, that boy a disgrace
i got on my crocs, i don’t got no bape
yeah, i like to move it, call me king julien
up in the party, yeah i pull out my toolie then
go ham on my demons, i’m in the looney bin
these lames be fake, yeah, i call them pseudonyms
[outro]
ay

- yung tax collector

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