Taxin' - 32 Karat, Trippy Hippy, Tecno Drift

Bridge: YUNG gOD

Nine to Five, yeah I’m on the grind

Tryna feed my fam, getting paper (Mama!)

Talking 99, yeah I’m on them jobs, getting dough like I’m a baker (Rrrrah!)

Niggas asking me for favors (what?!)

When I’m not around you hating (Ugh!!)

Calling, Texting on the daily (prrrr!)

Where were you when I was failing?

Hook: Taffy x YUNG gOD

When I’m in the streets they calling me, boyi nipaseko chabe ya drink

Bakamba bakamba they’re calling me, boyi nipaseko chabe ya drink

Asking and Taxin a nigga like, boyi nipaseko chabe ya drink

Damn it your hustle be sounding like, boyi nipaseko chabe ya drink

Verse 1: YUNG gOD

These niggas be taxing me (Zacchaeus)

All of these niggas they taxing me (yaba!)

Your girl in my face she harassing me (gotdamn)

Cause she know that I got the recipe

I’m tryna get rich before I turn 30 my nigga you know that’s the plan (and you

know)

But how can I stack up these racks when these niggas be coming around with

they’re hands

Looking for a handout, you so damn lazy like you Xanned out (why?!)

You dick ride hoping that I pull them bands out (D'HAHAHA!)

Nigga you should grow up you a man now (you a grown a** nigga!)

I be the only surrounded by winners, when Im in this room full mirrors (word!)

So tell that pussy cat to write his own lyrics, stop stealing my rhymes and

just mind your own business!

(you heard? Iweh!)

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Verse 2: Taffy aka The Badboy T

I’m grinding for Dough like a Baker

Look at the way that they Wake Up

Broke like a Bitch with no make Up

Damn it am Baking the Cake Up

Just look At the way that they hustle For Change

Battle with Rage, alibe Na Reg

I swear that you ninggas ain’t nothing but negative energy up in my Range

(ain't talking about Rovers)

Ndimwe Ma lovwa, zero pa ntumba

Ndiwe Kabova, unama Na kuba

Damn it its too Bad

Elo si Dobo, Awe ni Junta

Just look at at the way

That they look at the weight of my Pocket

The way that I’m talking the way that am walking

The Chain that am Rocking

They thinking that they

They can keep up

But can you keep a

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Verse 3: 32 Karat

I be tryna cut the middle man

Yeah yeah yeah that been that plan

I ain’t a rapper no more my nigga

I’ma business man that’s into rap

No award but put zed on the map

They been sour since i started trap

The money be calling I holler back

Like prrr prrr where my nigga at?!

I don’t got pressure with giving nada

But i get pressured when you doing nada

Always expecting from me alone

When i was steady grinding all alone

Money radars when you get to texting

Never invite wen u up n flexing

Trippy looking like the next selection

When we up in sections know its bottle pressing

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