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komato$e - fuck the irs lyrics

[hook x2: komato$e]
overdraft my f-ckin’ bank account, then i close that
b-tch, it’s big stain season, bold print, no closed captions
no more c0ke, i sold that
my money flat, you know that
stuff it in a old mattress
what i say, can’t clone that

[verse 1: komato$e & {lucas versace}]
b-tch, it’s big stain season, hit a l1ck on irs
they might audit me? i bet
lemme put that to the test
hope they comin’ ‘round my ends
no versace on my chest
but versace sellin’ beats to help me pay up on my rent
and i… {yeah, haha}
yuh
and i do this for my friends
i ain’t even tryna flex
if it’s food for all my people, then that’s money well spent
i said f-ck the feds (f-ck feds!)
& i say it ‘til there’s no more bloodshed
i’ve been sick, dawg
cracker pack, no 6 dogs
my tone correct w/ no daw
turn your body to coleslaw
if you don’t act chaotic, then you cannot come around me
my big homie love to fight, he‘ll bounce your skull off concrete

[verse 2: $!kf-k]
you counterfeit u fake and i ain’t fkn w none of u b-tches hoe. ain’t gettin none of my dirty money dummy f-ck is you trippin for? b-tch f-ck the irs im sick just like a virus. this grimey money be piling b-tch you try me there gon be violence. i don’t really give a f-ck b-tch we gettin buck if you tryna talk sh-t. keep a full clip for the bullsh-t that will leave your mother f-ckin skull split. cl1ck clack better get back b-tch everybody in my clique strapped. call dispatch bouta kick ya door lil hoe tell me where the sh-ts at. took it all we need that. shotty with the ski mask. currency my drug i wake up daily tryna relapse. pull up on em with a stick. split their mother f-ckin wig. i don’t give a f-ck ima spill your blood then i slide out with your b-tch

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