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Tax Time Video (MV)




Performed By: Rob Da Dog
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Robert Coleman




Rob Da Dog - Tax Time Lyrics
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Yea
Yea Yea Ye
Niggas be worried bout the wrong muhf*ckin thang mane
I grew up round seventies babies eighties babies
Know what the f*ck goin nigga
I need more money
Need more guap
Could of came in
But the door locked
And its tax time
Let a hoe shop
And I keep work
Like a robot
Way ya at boy
Im on yo block
At the plug house
In da dope spot
Gotta keep goin
Cuz it don't stop
Trap bang bang
Like its O-Block
I need more money
Need more guap
Could of came in
But the door locked
And its tax time
Let a hoe shop
And I keep work
Like a robot
Way ya at boy
Im on yo block
At the plug house
In da dope spot
Gotta keep goin
Cuz it don't stop
Trap bang bang
Like its O-Block
I aint got time to put up with pussy shit
Im riding round I done pulled up and took ya bitch
I throw the rod then I reel in unhook the fish neighborhood drug dealer
I push the zips
And I break it all down nigga know what's hannenin
All I do is sell loud couple Os I'm stashing
Nigga trap gone pop call it soda cappin
Had em stashed in the bed could of sold the mattress
Pit stop at the store and I sold a halfy
Had to come right back I ran out of baggies
I paint never been a simp Lisa bart or Maggie
But I get a lot of dough like my name was homer
Play called for a quarter he was round the corner
Ima wake up to a bag like a cup of folgers
And ill never let a f*ck nigga f*ck me over
Still on the block though sliding with the 9 in the console
Jars hide the smell from the narcos
Clean like bar soap
Get a little neck from a bop hoe
Gas bag loud I don't talk though
Yea yea I don't say too much
Cuz these niggas play too much
I got em for the L-ski y'all niggas pay too much
And ya bags don't weigh too much
I need more money
Need more guap
Could of came in
But the door locked
And its tax time
Let a hoe shop
And I keep work
Like a robot
Way ya at boy
Im on yo block
At the plug house
In da dope spot
Gotta keep goin
Cuz it don't stop
Trap bang bang
Like its O-Block
Ya gotta have the cash up front
And when you serve a nigga you don't know betta have yo gun
And if ya been splurging all day then at the end of the day nigga you aint finnna have no fun
I just want the cash no crumbs
Big booty bitch on the pill make her ass go dumb
Errbody flake yea err body snake one thing bout it ion put it pass no one
Big dog rob in this bitch
Execute plans get it in scratch it off of the list
Walkin through the mall with a grip
Call the plug up cuz I'm finna blow it all like vents
One phone call mike Vick
Quarter ounce of gas for the six get up off my dick
Profit off all my zips on the block like yea man let me go hard right quick
Still aint trustin these thots
Had to cool down for a second I don't wanna be hot
Pump to ya tongue reebok
Either way it go rain snow ima see guap
You can get served right here
You can get burned tryna rob me bad idea
Workin 6 packs like beer
Pistol in my right hand left hand wheel I steer
I need more money
Need more guap
Could of came in
But the door locked
And its tax time
Let a hoe shop
And I keep work
Like a robot
Way ya at boy
Im on yo block
At the plug house
In da dope spot
Gotta keep goin
Cuz it don't stop
Trap bang bang
Like its O-Block
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Yea
Yea Yea Ye
Niggas be worried bout the wrong muhf*ckin thang mane
I grew up round seventies babies eighties babies
Know what the f*ck goin nigga
I need more money
Need more guap
Could of came in
But the door locked
And its tax time
Let a hoe shop
And I keep work
Like a robot
Way ya at boy
Im on yo block
At the plug house
In da dope spot
Gotta keep goin
Cuz it don't stop
Trap bang bang
Like its O-Block
I need more money
Need more guap
Could of came in
But the door locked
And its tax time
Let a hoe shop
And I keep work
Like a robot
Way ya at boy
Im on yo block
At the plug house
In da dope spot
Gotta keep goin
Cuz it don't stop
Trap bang bang
Like its O-Block
I aint got time to put up with pussy shit
Im riding round I done pulled up and took ya bitch
I throw the rod then I reel in unhook the fish neighborhood drug dealer
I push the zips
And I break it all down nigga know what's hannenin
All I do is sell loud couple Os I'm stashing
Nigga trap gone pop call it soda cappin
Had em stashed in the bed could of sold the mattress
Pit stop at the store and I sold a halfy
Had to come right back I ran out of baggies
I paint never been a simp Lisa bart or Maggie
But I get a lot of dough like my name was homer
Play called for a quarter he was round the corner
Ima wake up to a bag like a cup of folgers
And ill never let a f*ck nigga f*ck me over
Still on the block though sliding with the 9 in the console
Jars hide the smell from the narcos
Clean like bar soap
Get a little neck from a bop hoe
Gas bag loud I don't talk though
Yea yea I don't say too much
Cuz these niggas play too much
I got em for the L-ski y'all niggas pay too much
And ya bags don't weigh too much
I need more money
Need more guap
Could of came in
But the door locked
And its tax time
Let a hoe shop
And I keep work
Like a robot
Way ya at boy
Im on yo block
At the plug house
In da dope spot
Gotta keep goin
Cuz it don't stop
Trap bang bang
Like its O-Block
Ya gotta have the cash up front
And when you serve a nigga you don't know betta have yo gun
And if ya been splurging all day then at the end of the day nigga you aint finnna have no fun
I just want the cash no crumbs
Big booty bitch on the pill make her ass go dumb
Errbody flake yea err body snake one thing bout it ion put it pass no one
Big dog rob in this bitch
Execute plans get it in scratch it off of the list
Walkin through the mall with a grip
Call the plug up cuz I'm finna blow it all like vents
One phone call mike Vick
Quarter ounce of gas for the six get up off my dick
Profit off all my zips on the block like yea man let me go hard right quick
Still aint trustin these thots
Had to cool down for a second I don't wanna be hot
Pump to ya tongue reebok
Either way it go rain snow ima see guap
You can get served right here
You can get burned tryna rob me bad idea
Workin 6 packs like beer
Pistol in my right hand left hand wheel I steer
I need more money
Need more guap
Could of came in
But the door locked
And its tax time
Let a hoe shop
And I keep work
Like a robot
Way ya at boy
Im on yo block
At the plug house
In da dope spot
Gotta keep goin
Cuz it don't stop
Trap bang bang
Like its O-Block
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Writer: Robert Coleman
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