g $taxx – lifestyle lyrics
[intro]
(n+++a g $taxx back at it again)
[chorus: g $taxx]
back at it again +whirr+, f+ck on yo’ b+tch +beep+ then i f+ck on her friend
smokin’ gelato you rollin’ up stems, need a new whip might cop a benz
rollie a audi (yeah), i might just f+ck on ya shawty (yeah)
got this drip up on me (yeah), gotcha main b+tch callin’ (yeah, yeah)
hop in the coupe, i might just take off the roof
laid back smokin’ on boof, i just do what i do (do what i do, yeah, do what i do)
do what i’m doin’, uh
you know g $taxx coolin’, uh
and that n+++a booless, uh
so come on let’s do it, uh, yeah
don’t hit my phone +phone rings+, talkin’ ’bout some put me on
i’m in my zone i +phone rings+ ain’t gon’ fold, hot n+++a but my ice so cold, brrr, brrr
ice so cold, rollie my arms it’s froze
got this drip from my head to my toe
my jewels dancin’ like a b+tch on a pole (yeah, yeah, yeah)
got a snow bunny, uh (ayy)
and she want my money, uh (ayy)
but she can’t take from me, uh (ayy)
on my d+ck she love me, uh (ayy)
day n’ night kid cudi, uh (ayy)
day n’ night kid cudi (ayy)
yeah we sippin’ on bubbly (yeah)
and my b+tch real+ (b+tch real, b+tch real)
[verse 2: damian adams]
(yeah, yeah)
i’m about eight years in, yeah
i’ma go f+ck on your friend
toss out the whip, now i’m bouta hop in a benz
i ain’t doin’ this for the trends, yeah
visions will show how it ends, yeah
she said i’m close to her lens, yeah
baby girl shake out the [?], yeah
i don’t wanna hear you vent, yeah
i just wanna see you bend, over
you better have a nice scent, clover
i’m a big star like donald glover
she like to catch all the feels, lover
i’ma go flip another pack, she said i should nut on her back, uh
shawty said count up my stacks, i said i’ma go pull on your tracks
bouta go jump in a foreign, f+ckin’ a b+tch her name lauren
covered in saint laurent, i’ma go do what i want
i’ma go dance like a taunt, you can go change up the font
she is so good wit’ her tongue, i’m f+ckin’ it up need a plunger
[chorus: g $taxx]
back at it again, f+ck on yo’ b+tch then i f+ck on her friend
smokin’ gelato you rollin’ up stems, need a new whip might cop a benz (bands, bands)
rollie a audi (yeah), i might just f+ck on ya shawty (yeah)
got this drip up on me (yeah), gotcha main b+tch callin’
+phone rings+
turn, turn your location on right now
why?
becau+ stop bro why the +beep+ are you recording?
hop in the coupe, i might just take off the roof
laid back smokin’ on boof, i just do what i do (do what i do, yeah, do what i do)
do what i’m doin’, uh
you know g $taxx coolin’, uh
and that n+++a booless, uh
so come on let’s do it, uh, yeah
don’t hit my phone, talkin’ ’bout some put me on
i’m in my zone i ain’t gon’ fold (ayy), hot n+++a but my ice so cold
ice so cold, rollie my arms it’s froze
got this drip from my head to my toe (brrr)
my jewels dancin’ like a b+tch on a pole (yeah, yeah, yeah)
got a snow bunny, uh (ayy)
and she want my money, uh (ayy)
but she can’t take from me, uh (ayy)
on my d+ck she love me, uh (ayy)
day n’ night kid cudi, uh (ayy)
day n’ night kid cudi (ayy)
yeah we sippin’ on bubbly (yeah)
and my b+tch real lovely (ayy, yeah)
[outro: g $taxx and damian adams]
i’m about eight years in, yeah
back at it again, f+ck on yo’ b+tch and i f+ck on her friend
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