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Tax Time Video (MV)




Performed By: DaBaby
Written by: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk




DaBaby - Tax Time Lyrics




I f*ck ya bitch better when it's tax time
Tryna get up in them pants, 'cause I really need a bag, ion really mean to brag
I ain't seen a nigga yet, that can run in wit ya boy
I'm walkin' round the house without a shirt like uncle Roy
I sent my uncle Rick to get some liquor from the store
I need to hit the nursing home to see my uncle Ray
Supposed to go and see my momma but I went and made a play
I ain't nothing like the muhf*ckin' niggas round the way, I'm the muhf*ckin' truth
Everything I muhf*ckin' do
I asked him what he paid the nigga said 25, should've seen the nigga eyes when I told him 22
Like the other nigga face when I hit 'em for the 20
You know everybody 'round me getting muhf*ckin' money
I ain't forget to pray but I ain't go to church on Sunday
I was selling pounds tryna break 'em down to onions (God damn there he go)
These niggas hate it when they see me on the radio, they even played a nigga on the TV
These niggas late, I told these niggas I was great they ain't believe me
I hit the crowd the people squeeze me they be screamin' Baby Jesus
F*cked around and made a 20 yesterday from sellin' reefer
Made another 45 hunnid doin' niggas features
I'ma turn a 25 to a 50
Double that and bring it back to the family everybody round me eatin'
And if I'm on the stage and nigga in the crowd play crazy
We gon' jump up off the stage we gon' beat him
I cut a couple side hoes off
'Cause I don't got the time of the day for them bitches I don't need 'em
All the labels lookin' at me cut the muhf*ckin' check
'Cause I ain't seen a rapper out here f*ckin' with me yet
I'm holding up a rollie on my muhf*ckin' wrist
And I'm dancin' round with diamonds on my muhf*ckin' neck
F*ckin' on her good like I'm tryna break a sweat
I just hopped up off a flight, flew to Charlotte overnight
I don't wanna be killer, I don't think you wanna die
That's a muhf*ckin' 40, put it in a nigga life
What the f*ck a nigga mean, f*ck is on a nigga mind
Why he wanna f*ck with me? I was out here doing fine
Book the show and pay the fee I'ma turn up every time
I'm too busy on the grind, don't try now to hit my line
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I f*ck ya bitch better when it's tax time
Tryna get up in them pants, 'cause I really need a bag, ion really mean to brag
I ain't seen a nigga yet, that can run in wit ya boy
I'm walkin' round the house without a shirt like uncle Roy
I sent my uncle Rick to get some liquor from the store
I need to hit the nursing home to see my uncle Ray
Supposed to go and see my momma but I went and made a play
I ain't nothing like the muhf*ckin' niggas round the way, I'm the muhf*ckin' truth
Everything I muhf*ckin' do
I asked him what he paid the nigga said 25, should've seen the nigga eyes when I told him 22
Like the other nigga face when I hit 'em for the 20
You know everybody 'round me getting muhf*ckin' money
I ain't forget to pray but I ain't go to church on Sunday
I was selling pounds tryna break 'em down to onions (God damn there he go)
These niggas hate it when they see me on the radio, they even played a nigga on the TV
These niggas late, I told these niggas I was great they ain't believe me
I hit the crowd the people squeeze me they be screamin' Baby Jesus
F*cked around and made a 20 yesterday from sellin' reefer
Made another 45 hunnid doin' niggas features
I'ma turn a 25 to a 50
Double that and bring it back to the family everybody round me eatin'
And if I'm on the stage and nigga in the crowd play crazy
We gon' jump up off the stage we gon' beat him
I cut a couple side hoes off
'Cause I don't got the time of the day for them bitches I don't need 'em
All the labels lookin' at me cut the muhf*ckin' check
'Cause I ain't seen a rapper out here f*ckin' with me yet
I'm holding up a rollie on my muhf*ckin' wrist
And I'm dancin' round with diamonds on my muhf*ckin' neck
F*ckin' on her good like I'm tryna break a sweat
I just hopped up off a flight, flew to Charlotte overnight
I don't wanna be killer, I don't think you wanna die
That's a muhf*ckin' 40, put it in a nigga life
What the f*ck a nigga mean, f*ck is on a nigga mind
Why he wanna f*ck with me? I was out here doing fine
Book the show and pay the fee I'ma turn up every time
I'm too busy on the grind, don't try now to hit my line
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Writer: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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