Phwoof You know how a nigga bomin' man
F*ckin boolie innis bitch
We got Gio innis bitch
You already know wtf finna happen
Ya digg
Nigga know wtf I'm here for, f*ck nigga
Tax em, If he want some pack then ima wax em
Phantom, Movin ghost like like I'm Danny
Sack em, All about a bag you know I'm at em
Smacked er, She said this dick bomb like I split a atom
I get money a lot, Bands so fat I had to tie it in a knot
Got it out da mud, if I had to I'll whip da pot
Street nigga boy I downed da yercy with da hendog
You niggas ain't smokin' on no gas you smokin' menthol
Boy we act a ass in da streets we wrecked da rental
If my brodie pass me da stick I let that shit off
Is he even like that yea bruh I think so
Every time he slidin' through da hood he keep da blicky close
Real niggas move in silence I stay on my top toes
Caught em at a light but don't ask me how'd that lick go
If I shout out shack shout out roc free my kinfolk
Middle of da night catch a flight she like 10/4
Ain't wastin' no time with it she know what she here for
Young Rasta on my grind boy I'm sum like Nyjah Husto
Kick flip packs they ain't know that I could do those
Listen, know a couple niggas get you wacked ain't no joke
They got they glasses on so it's no need for a scope
Made two bad bitches eat each other out they feelin' frisky
Don't jump in just control da 6ix9ine like 50
Damnn, Bitches really suckin' dick for da condo
Pass her to da team no look Rondo
These toys uh toast Danny phantom tell em get ghost
These bitches ain't shit so f*ck what they post
You niggas and bitches all hype love da drama
Boolie hit my phone said let's make some commas
Ima game changer n yaw niggas wack
You don't get paid for yo opinion that's facts
Bitch I'm top dog I don't f*ck with no cats
Niggas get buried alive mummy wrap
They tryna steal my style yea they watch all my moves
These niggas gone be hatin' while they bitches approve
Bitch
Ole sucka ass niggas
Took yo hoe, come take her back
She won't stop callin'
You know she won't
Can't even remember the bitch name
Janice or sum
Like my computer login
Gio X Boolie - Tax Em Lyrics
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Phwoof You know how a nigga bomin' man
F*ckin boolie innis bitch
We got Gio innis bitch
You already know wtf finna happen
Ya digg
Nigga know wtf I'm here for, f*ck nigga
Tax em, If he want some pack then ima wax em
Phantom, Movin ghost like like I'm Danny
Sack em, All about a bag you know I'm at em
Smacked er, She said this dick bomb like I split a atom
I get money a lot, Bands so fat I had to tie it in a knot
Got it out da mud, if I had to I'll whip da pot
Street nigga boy I downed da yercy with da hendog
You niggas ain't smokin' on no gas you smokin' menthol
Boy we act a ass in da streets we wrecked da rental
If my brodie pass me da stick I let that shit off
Is he even like that yea bruh I think so
Every time he slidin' through da hood he keep da blicky close
Real niggas move in silence I stay on my top toes
Caught em at a light but don't ask me how'd that lick go
If I shout out shack shout out roc free my kinfolk
Middle of da night catch a flight she like 10/4
Ain't wastin' no time with it she know what she here for
Young Rasta on my grind boy I'm sum like Nyjah Husto
Kick flip packs they ain't know that I could do those
Listen, know a couple niggas get you wacked ain't no joke
They got they glasses on so it's no need for a scope
Made two bad bitches eat each other out they feelin' frisky
Don't jump in just control da 6ix9ine like 50
Damnn, Bitches really suckin' dick for da condo
Pass her to da team no look Rondo
These toys uh toast Danny phantom tell em get ghost
These bitches ain't shit so f*ck what they post
You niggas and bitches all hype love da drama
Boolie hit my phone said let's make some commas
Ima game changer n yaw niggas wack
You don't get paid for yo opinion that's facts
Bitch I'm top dog I don't f*ck with no cats
Niggas get buried alive mummy wrap
They tryna steal my style yea they watch all my moves
These niggas gone be hatin' while they bitches approve
Bitch
Ole sucka ass niggas
Took yo hoe, come take her back
She won't stop callin'
You know she won't
Can't even remember the bitch name
Janice or sum
Like my computer login
F*ckin boolie innis bitch
We got Gio innis bitch
You already know wtf finna happen
Ya digg
Nigga know wtf I'm here for, f*ck nigga
Tax em, If he want some pack then ima wax em
Phantom, Movin ghost like like I'm Danny
Sack em, All about a bag you know I'm at em
Smacked er, She said this dick bomb like I split a atom
I get money a lot, Bands so fat I had to tie it in a knot
Got it out da mud, if I had to I'll whip da pot
Street nigga boy I downed da yercy with da hendog
You niggas ain't smokin' on no gas you smokin' menthol
Boy we act a ass in da streets we wrecked da rental
If my brodie pass me da stick I let that shit off
Is he even like that yea bruh I think so
Every time he slidin' through da hood he keep da blicky close
Real niggas move in silence I stay on my top toes
Caught em at a light but don't ask me how'd that lick go
If I shout out shack shout out roc free my kinfolk
Middle of da night catch a flight she like 10/4
Ain't wastin' no time with it she know what she here for
Young Rasta on my grind boy I'm sum like Nyjah Husto
Kick flip packs they ain't know that I could do those
Listen, know a couple niggas get you wacked ain't no joke
They got they glasses on so it's no need for a scope
Made two bad bitches eat each other out they feelin' frisky
Don't jump in just control da 6ix9ine like 50
Damnn, Bitches really suckin' dick for da condo
Pass her to da team no look Rondo
These toys uh toast Danny phantom tell em get ghost
These bitches ain't shit so f*ck what they post
You niggas and bitches all hype love da drama
Boolie hit my phone said let's make some commas
Ima game changer n yaw niggas wack
You don't get paid for yo opinion that's facts
Bitch I'm top dog I don't f*ck with no cats
Niggas get buried alive mummy wrap
They tryna steal my style yea they watch all my moves
These niggas gone be hatin' while they bitches approve
Bitch
Ole sucka ass niggas
Took yo hoe, come take her back
She won't stop callin'
You know she won't
Can't even remember the bitch name
Janice or sum
Like my computer login
Writer: Chad Graham, Gianni Vincent
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid