Search results for 'nanny tax'

everything I'm over family
Pops worked his fingers to the bone needed a mani
Moms held the crib down without a nanny
Niggas tried to tax me like uncle Sammy
We

gonna incur that tax soon
I was in a Addison lee
Cold hearted
Grabbing up heat
Bagging up B
Bagging up trees
Adding up pees
Then I'm back in the T
Wap

is too big, I got hella waiters
The nanny got stuck in the elevator
Just give me the key to the microwave
The safe is too big to hide the safe

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For Ndewura Jakpa
cnd Obeah Woman
Queen Nanny

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I love my Ghana
No matter where I go
No matter where I go
From the top to bottom

No Filter

MoneyBagg Yo

43VA HEARTLESS

Tax time, you couldn't wait to get heavy
Ran through it, now you broke like the levee
Shit kinda old, you really just reachin'
Alexa, play Rocko, "We

behaviours better call our nannies
Yellow tapers beckon but we reckon we’ll resort to xannies
Valis and addiction. Instead of killing, blood spilling
Herding

some hoes
So I'm blaming Tammy
You was they Momma
And They used you
Like a fucking nanny
Sorry Annie
I don't mean to cuss
Redbone right beside me
Said

Its a wop so please dont tax me
He claim that he gone crack me
But ride fishbowl inna black Jeep
They gangsta but run track meet
Ni**as Rudy's they be

babysits the nanny
Who clothes the tailor
Who serves the waiter
Who cooks for the chef
Who lends money to the rich
Who borrows money from the poor
Who paints

the cash talk
Money nuff man inna different tax bracket yeaa!

Hauted pockets full a dead presidents
Hauted pockets full a dead presidents
We wah Hauted

and ran
You called tax a Ponzi scheme
Putting knickers on the nanny state
Oh! The tales you told yourself
In nineteen eighty-eight

Nineteen eighty-eight

tax time
Cause truls need paying  (ikke si det)
This whoadie named Robyn
She a one plus nine with it
Way too fine be clocking nine to fives wit it

the return of the Black man 
Facts man 
You're not a rucksack
No you could never back man
It's a trap man 
Living in Crackney 
cll been fucked by the tax man

on Tsunami high, you got that Ill nanny huh
Come here, little mami, I wanna put it up your spine
Fe fi fo fum, I'm a little nigga, shit, here I come Put my

his lo' on instagram, don't need a radar, okay
When I get tax, I gotta pay large
You say you rich, get in my Braxton like Tamar, okay
My son fit more

tax of what you half earn
so man smoke the grass herb to calm nerves 
a lot man can't work 
they know the the answers
rather flip dark first 
or then

worried 'bout the tax man
White Airforce and the money gettin' black, man, tryna stay clean
Mhm, they got me listenin' to rap at my age 
Talkin' 'bout