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[z6]jimmy. - tax refund. lyrics

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reverend sticky hands
yeah, yeah, huh, huh
yeah, yeah, yeah
throwin’ my tax refund in the strip club

go away, b+tch, i don’t need love
n+++a wanna talk about he bi, uh, buy what
i don’t sell drugs, n+++a, stop that lyin
stop tellin’ your mama, n+++a, stop that cryin

bust your head real open, now you look like
a godd+mn piedmont, n+++a, you died
huh, n+++a, i ain’t never been self+reliant
i’m like five years old, saw coke on the table, n+++a

might wanna sniff it
uncle put a pistol with me in the head
so i’m dumb now
why got dent in my head, little n+++a

i come from the slums, don’t come now
i told that b+tch, well, i beat her back, don’t come now
i know my d+ck long as h+ll, b+tch
come take this sh+t, b+tch, i know you want more now

water on the table, n+++a, i’ma make the whole f+ckin’ ocean drown when i step in
boy, y’all talkin’ like crazy sh+t
n+++a tied neck, talk reckless
talkin’ like a cryin’, n+++a, smoke with a hole
in your neck, act reckless
i don’t give a f+ck about your gold+ripped grill n+++a, leave you neckless

sn+tched your chain for the beat
that sh+t was motherf+ckin’ fake
popped my tax refund at a strip club once again
y’all n+++a really don’t bang

ya’ll n+++a never, ever gon’ bend
them n++++s on turbotax only got about five cents
had to pay the government back
like a godd+mn n+++a where my money at

n+++a, where the f+ck stop talkin’ that sh+t
suck d+ck where your mouth at
i don’t give a f+ck about your motherf+ckin’ bangin ass, n+++a, where the clout at

loudmouth n+++a like to talk too much
yall don’t p+ss in his mouth at
p+ssy ass n+++a like to talk a lot
cunnilingus comin’ out this f+ckin’ glock

trap shut down yesterday
trap set down sat+rday
wait that was five years ago
wait that was seven years ago
i don’t understand time no more
i don’t wanna die no more
slang my die no more
your b+tch wanna f+ck no more

i don’t wanna f+ck no more
i’m feelin’ stuck once again
you off the plume once again
your ass get plump once again

choppa like tweezers once again
nose hair ass n+++a, why the f+ck you hangin’ outside
you gon’ get plucked out
old leprechaun now, n+++a short as h+ll

n+++a, get your luck now
ask your coach where the gold mine, n+++a
at the rainbow, shut it down
rain clouds over your building, my n+++a

we gon’ knock it up and bust down
bust down rollie, avalanche, n+++a think he kai cenat now
i don’t give a f+ck about a b+tch
i’ma kick out, tell her where the docs at

i don’t give a f+ck about yo son b+tch
where the f+ck, them’s fruit snacks
i’m f+ckin’ crazy even when i’m doin’ pillow s+x
you don’t bang a set, my n+++a
i know you be lyin
at the strip club once again
with a tax refund
i’m eatin’ funyuns

while i’m chillin’ in the club
i’m on your block
eatin’ church chicken, n+++a, r+i+p ya
i don’t f+ck with no lame n+++a

talkin’ like bane, n+++a
got her on muscle, n+++a
you ain’t no bane, n+++a
doo doo ass, boy

your supreme got stains on it
n+++a, he ain’t got no aim, throw a bat, man
that sh+t got a boomerang on it

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