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father - 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
b+tch ass n+gga, 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, b+tch, i can’t even breathe
i’m rolling her [geeks?] while i l!ck on her feet
she wanna see how i handle them ps
she want her body adorned in vv’s
f+ck 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 b+tch level, undersco’
i like a lot of b+tches, 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 n+ggas gon’ ball, where your chums at?
pants in the fold of the wall like a thumbtack
n+ggas getting got, where the f+ck your gun at?
ran away, boy, i’m leaving here with some [dat?]
’bout to pull up with scum and lil dumbass
take a n+gga 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
b+tch ass n+gga, 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, b+tch, i can’t even breathe
i’m rolling her [geeks?] while i l!ck on her feet
she wanna see how i handle them ps
she want her body adorned in vv’s
f+ck her and put her to sleep, z+z

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