Mahzi – Tax’d Lyrics
Artist: Mahzi
Song: Tax’d
Ayy
Drank, take a lil’ sip of that Act [Blow it
Flood all my b#tches in that [That way
I’m in the projects without Pat [Ayy
My jewelry leave ’em blind like bats [Bling
Diamonds for her in the back [Blaow
Hit that lil’ b#tch from the back, she stacked [What?
Ask me like how I do that? [What?
Pop a lil’ Xan and relax [Yeah
About my racks, you get whacked [Pew pew pew pew] If he got racks, he get taxed [Pew pew pew
Five, four, three, two, one, attack [Go
b#tch, all of my whoadies hit that
p#ss# n#gg#, they some rats [What?
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my b#tches they brats [Brats
Pop a lil’ Perky, relax [Turn up, turn up]
These n#gg#s up to something [Hmm
Hey, she need to f#ck or something
If he got racks, he get tax’d
My back
Paper chasing ready or not
They been watching your spot
Picking
Got the yoppa, won’t take no chanse with the oppers
Look at my diamonds, they yellow
4 karots in the bezzle
Syrup muddy, same color as the bezzle, iced out canary yellow
I’m tryna get
My youngings, they came off the curb
They used to be fronting, but now they stuntin, my money is your’s
Boy, the money ain’t the issue
I got for the issues
Louie V all on my tissues
You fell off, and they just hit you
Slay them slay them
I got bad b#tches screaming “yeah”
b#tches thought they was bad
Find out b#tches doing bad
All these b#tches talking money, always talking money, never see the cash
With the bag
Do the math
f#ck n#gg# plus a f#ck n#gg# equals f#ck n#gg#, can you add?
A ho from
Then I flip it and
Catch me jugging on a Sunday, might as well retire one day
Club going on a Tuesday, trap going up on a Monday
Got a closet full of skelitons
If you snitching, find your rellitives
Bet you n#gg#s never tell again
Bet you n#gg#s never tell again
With a pocket full of presidents
Run up on you at your residents
Pop the trunk just like an elephant
Working harder than a Mexican
Pray to god to let me flex again
Finessed a n#gg# out a check again
Finessed a n#gg# out a check again
Drank, take a lil’ sip of that Act [Blow it
Flood all my b#tches in that [That way
I’m in the projects without Pat [Ayy
My jewelry leave ’em blind like bats [Bling
Diamonds for her in the back [Blaow
Hit that lil’ b#tch from the back, she stacked [What?
Ask me like how I do that? [What?
Pop a lil’ Xan and relax [Yeah
About my racks, you get whacked [Pew pew pew pew] If he got racks, he get taxed [Pew pew pew
Five, four, three, two, one, attack [Go
b#tch, all of my whoadies hit that
p#ss# n#gg#, they some rats [What?
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my b#tches they brats [Brats
Pop a lil’ Perky, relax [Turn up, turn up]
These n#gg#s up to something [Hmm
Hey, she need to f#ck or something
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Release Year: 2021