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Crib Tax

 

Crib Tax

(album: Lil Me - 2015)


(Hey what's good
Oh oh that's your shorty?
Wassup ma
Hola lemme kiss ya hand
Yo what the fuck you lookin at me funky for nigga
She a princess I can do that
You lucky you even allowed in this kingdom right now
You welcome)

As I sit back
Thinkin bout the last week I had man
Thinkin did I live that?
Bout to get my crib back
You know get back in the crib that I lived at
Got my chick back
Home and I gotta deal with all the bullshit that comes with that
Man forget that
I'll be in the crib givin every motherfuckin kid crib tax
Yeah Bro I live here
So if you gonna bring a brew yeah I'm gonna sip that
Til its six when I get back
Remember that shit man
Remember that shit pat
And I remember the times that you respected this kid Pat
And I'll get back, we'll get lit that
Sack of the day, it's fat like that catch of the day
And I'll pass it your way
The day that I'm passing away
Just me and the blunt
No need for the casket and grave
That's neither here nor there
After this tour
I been reborn I got found in a basket today
Call me a basket case
Cause allI've been doing is been gettin baskets today

Yeah I'm gonna sip that
Yeah I'm gonna hit that
Yeah yeah I'm gonna rip that
Wait a minute don't clip that
Gettin at least one brew out the six pack
Yeah I'm gonna sip that
Yeah I'm gonna hit that
Yeah yeah I'm gonna rip that
Shorty come round
Yeah I'm gonna get that
Shit I might hit that yeah cause I live that
Don't get mad
When you deal with the Wik and the crib tax
Don't get mad
When you deal with the Wik and the crib with the crib tax

(Watchu mean I can't get a sip of that forty?
Matter of fact pour me a fuckin cup right now fam
Or get the fuck out my crib)

Just moved out my moms
I'm on my own, no
Live with my homes
Only eighteen but he more grown than
All of you so called old folk
If you gonna blow smoke
Pass it this way
Because I throw dough here
Right on his face
Right where you lay
I got my mojo back (back!)
She could get dicked
She could get laid
Always gotta say that I got a crib by the bridge with a big backyard
Yeah just to get play
Yeah girl I live here
That's where I stay
Treat me right and I'll take you on a date
But the end of the night
Gotta get back to layin down bars girl bout to get paid

Yeah I'm gonna sip that
Yeah I'm gonna hit that
Yeah yeah I'm gonna rip that
Wait a minute don't clip that
Gettin at least one brew out the six pack
Yeah I'm gonna sip that
Yeah I'm gonna hit that
Yeah yeah I'm gonna rip that
Shorty come round
Yeah I'm gonna get that
Shit I might hit that yeah cause I live that
Don't get mad
When you deal with the Wik and the crib tax
Don't get mad
When you deal with the Wik and the crib with the crib tax

(Yo yo yo pass the blunt pass the blunt
Watchu mean it's personal what?
Yeah it's about to get real personal up in here
This my crib and you a person nigga
Pass that shit)

Yeah I'm gonna sip that
Yeah I'm gonna hit that
Yeah yeah I'm gonna rip that
Wait a minute don't clip that
Gettin at least one brew out the six pack
Yeah I'm gonna sip that
Yeah I'm gonna hit that
Yeah yeah I'm gonna rip that
Shorty come round
Yeah I'm gonna get that
Shit I might hit that yeah cause I live that
Don't get mad
When you deal with the Wik and the crib tax
Don't get mad
When you deal with the Wik and the crib with the crib tax

(I go to the fuckin crib, you know I don't wanna go to the crib there's too many motherfuckers hangin out in that fuckin crazy spot over there, I'm not gonna give out the address, but all I'm sayin is I gotta wait for the side fuckin door to open, there's rats runnin around everywhere, motherfucker doesn't pick up his phone for nothin, and then I go to the crib and there's motherfuckers all over the floor, there's fuckin like a pile of shoes, there's slippers when you walk in and not one slipper matches each other they're all left foots!)

done

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