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yung tax collector - daddy's home lyrics

[intro]
guess who? yeah! it’s your boy, yung tax collector, back with another album. i sincerely hope you enjoy. daddy made your favorite! come on! eat it up! yeah! that’s it!
[verse]
make a hit song in only an hour
i’m make these songs while im in the shower
im l!ckin yo girls toes and it tastes sour
my famous is big just like bowser
you ain’t finna pull up yeah you a coward
blastin my songs can you talk louder?
cookin up white and sniffin up powder
you were never by my side, yeah you a doubter
yo girl shotgunnin’, i call that a one+liner
i get that bread just like a diner
make yo son disappear likе winona ryder
yo girl all over me just likе a biker
that line was not s+xual please believe me
i gotta pause just like berleezy
your style is not appeasing
made it out the hood now al my homies feasting
just kidding i grew up in the suburbs
yo girl want me but i kick her to the curb
stop hitting my phone i will not give you a verse
im with my lil baby just like lil durk
you think im funny but thats because im depressed
i am hungry just like budapest
you are so g+y just like lil nas x
got the biggest man b00bs no i dont have pecs
im a certified lover boy like drake
im just kidding my music great
i got the drip just like a big lake
im on fire like an easy+bake
i will keep rapping but i am sore now
ay, bro can you hit record now?
you think it is fun but im getting bored now
you always tryna start start beef but boi you a poor cow
switch up the flow just like caitlyn jenner
i’ll start my own narcissistic app like jeremy renner
i got the drip just like a water bender
you are such a wimp that you switched up your gender, ay
i know that your broke bro top talkin trash
you say that im sus but you didn’t do tasks
pull out the 45. and shoot you in your back
pull up to yo house if you keep talkin bad
you say that im garbage but you can’t rap
im stickin to the money just like some sap
call me broke but you ain’t gettin cash
i see some money so i run to that bag
i call you adin ross cause you actin sus
runnin’ to that girl so i leave you in the dust
get a billion dollars but its not enough
you say that you’re good but you really suck
that girl want some money she dont really love
i be lookin fly, just like a dove
that girl just peed, time to fill up my cup
my music good so you know im comin up
you know im done rapping im gonna stop now
i got the drip like the river in moscow
you need to step down because im the boss now
i used to be broke dont care what it costs now
i didn’t get any girls but i got the sauce now
yo girl hit my phone like “are you in town now?”
i got the glock, it go “peow peow!”
ice on my wrist so i call it a bustdown
ice on my wrist so you know im getting colder
my girl left the house now im boutta scold her
yuh, yuh, yuh
keep a pole like amy poehler
yuh, yuh, yuh
im bipolar ayhhhh
[outro]
um, just a quick message for ytc, uh, all the lyrics i say in this album are completely jokes, and none of it is realistic, um, i don’t do drugs, uh, none, none of my lyrics are s+xual. uh, so i don’t, do… that kind of thing. uh, most of my lyrics are just supposed to be funny flexes and kind of just wierd, uh comparison lyrics and trust me brothers, this album is fire, um, im back, uh well, what else can i say man? um, just enjoy the album. alright? don’t, come+ don’t text my phone be like, “oh! dude! i can’t believe you said that in this album!” i dont mean it. it’s just all jokes

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