vico & all things hip - luxury tax lyrics
[verse 1]
i made money blew money
louis duffle stuffed all new money
vintage frames but the vision 20/20
jumping out of cars you can’t find in the country
ball like it’s sport gave you a front seat
they shocked how i blew up quick the wrist chunky
slide an exotic b+tch out her one piece
call me unc’, i’m f+cking on your auntie
treat the beats like lunch meat i’m hungry
big body stampeding jumanji
g wagons in the desert like humvees
s coupes plush seats we comfy
if i ever fall bouncе back like bungee
clario stack playing sizzla kalonji
i built my own empire you can’t son mе
i’m truly blessed the benny s is 1 of 3
i’m in the 190e, nothing’s factory
do some sh+t that’s never been done then get back to me
every color code for the faculty
park ’em in row k!ll ’em casually
[chorus]
i’ma park vintage cars all infront the estate
show you how i’m living, i’m just trying to motivate
i was down bad, had to recalculate
for the ones who ain’t believe, rub that sh+t in they face
park vintage cars all infront the estate
show you how i’m living, i’m just trying to motivate
i was down bad had to recalculate
for the ones who ain’t believe, rub that sh+t in they face
[verse 2]
f+ck what you been told my rollie solid gold
my b+tch solid too i put benz’s s on road
i been cooking all year i ain’t even seen a stove
ks coupe big ass wing superimposed
you ain’t in even in my tax bracket relax
everyone around me paying luxury tax
7 litre coupes doing numbers, doing laps
this a different bracket, i ain’t bragging that’s a fact
told em that i need my contracts like a athlete
bad b+tches all different kinds they harass me
made her eat her friend one time bon+a+petite
2 deep in the 7.2 and it’s j+panese
20 raw pieces from j+pan, that’s a sushi roll
back to back whips, whole cl!ck going stupido
my close patna named, julio he moody yo
i might snap, park a benz in the studio
[chorus]
i’ma park vintage cars all infront the estate
show you how i’m living, i’m just trying to motivate
i was down bad, had to recalculate
for the ones who ain’t believe, rub that sh+t in they face
park vintage cars all infront the estate
show you how i’m living, i’m just trying to motivate
i was down bad had to recalculate
for the ones who ain’t believe, rub that sh+t in they face
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