Its like nick nack
Paddy whack
A nigga tryna bone
Tired of the phone love
When you coming home
She a baddie from the west
She know Im from the east
These hoes for the road
So I leave em in the street
Im so damn fly
I need wings on my feet
She saw the way I move
Now she want me in her sheets
I cannot get confused
This trick want me for my breesh
I keep a rubber head
Cant get caught up In between
A poet on these beats
Im just rhyming what I feel
If you need a ghostwrite
My price can pay your bills
I charged his ass double
Nigga thought he got a steal
I ran off on the plug
Damn I wonder how he feel
Yea but
Ion really care
I told bro its a go
My vision crystal clear
Let these nigga hate
All they ever do is stare
Just to come around
You gon have to pay a fare
Im taxin all you lame niggas
Yea Im taxin all you lame niggas
Yea Im taxin all you lame niggas
JL - Taxin (Freestyle) Lyrics
JL - Taxin (Freestyle) Lyrics
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Its like nick nack
Paddy whack
A nigga tryna bone
Tired of the phone love
When you coming home
She a baddie from the west
She know Im from the east
These hoes for the road
So I leave em in the street
Im so damn fly
I need wings on my feet
She saw the way I move
Now she want me in her sheets
I cannot get confused
This trick want me for my breesh
I keep a rubber head
Cant get caught up In between
A poet on these beats
Im just rhyming what I feel
If you need a ghostwrite
My price can pay your bills
I charged his ass double
Nigga thought he got a steal
I ran off on the plug
Damn I wonder how he feel
Yea but
Ion really care
I told bro its a go
My vision crystal clear
Let these nigga hate
All they ever do is stare
Just to come around
You gon have to pay a fare
Im taxin all you lame niggas
Yea Im taxin all you lame niggas
Yea Im taxin all you lame niggas
Paddy whack
A nigga tryna bone
Tired of the phone love
When you coming home
She a baddie from the west
She know Im from the east
These hoes for the road
So I leave em in the street
Im so damn fly
I need wings on my feet
She saw the way I move
Now she want me in her sheets
I cannot get confused
This trick want me for my breesh
I keep a rubber head
Cant get caught up In between
A poet on these beats
Im just rhyming what I feel
If you need a ghostwrite
My price can pay your bills
I charged his ass double
Nigga thought he got a steal
I ran off on the plug
Damn I wonder how he feel
Yea but
Ion really care
I told bro its a go
My vision crystal clear
Let these nigga hate
All they ever do is stare
Just to come around
You gon have to pay a fare
Im taxin all you lame niggas
Yea Im taxin all you lame niggas
Yea Im taxin all you lame niggas
Writer: Joshua Lessey
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