Tax The Church

Lyrics

[Chorus] Hop up and make it look easy boy Jump out and hop on a sleazy thot Hard, for all these racks, I worked IRS, come take it in blood Neck, wrist got sent to flood Bitch ass nigga, go tax the church Fasting, benji's in these lil' jeans [?] with the wealthy, we gon' eat Yeah, yeah, we gon' feast Put milk in her face and it turned to cheese Pound the cheeks, ciabatta and brie Stuffing my face, bitch, I can't even breathe I'm rolling her [geeks?] while I lick on her feet She wanna see how I handle them Ps She want her body adorned in VV's Fuck her and put her to sleep, Z-Z [Verse] I get high for real, unfortunately I might die for real, unfortunately She want me to come to Brazil, speak Portuguese Dreamt 'bout times like this, eating pork and beans Whole lotta hoes in here, get a hunnid mo' I be beneath a bitch level, undersco' I like a lot of bitches, the smoke is blown I like a lot of drink, finna pour some more I'm finna rob the bank, get a dub stack Walk in your state like, "Mate, where your mum's at?" All my niggas gon' ball, where your chums at? Pants in the fold of the wall like a thumbtack Niggas getting got, where the fuck your gun at? Ran away, boy, I'm leaving here with some [dat?] 'Bout to pull up with Scum and Lil Dumbass Take a nigga money, run and thumb through it [Chorus] Hop up and make it look easy boy Jump out and hop on a sleazy thot Hard, for all these racks, I worked IRS, come take it in blood Neck, wrist got sent to flood Bitch ass nigga, go tax the church Fasting, benji's in these lil' jeans [?] with the wealthy, we gon' eat Yeah, yeah, we gon' feast Put milk in her face and it turned to cheese Pound the cheeks, ciabatta and brie Stuffing my face, bitch, I can't even breathe I'm rolling her [geeks?] while I lick on her feet She wanna see how I handle them Ps She want her body adorned in VV's Fuck her and put her to sleep, Z-Z