Daddy’s home Lyrics – Yung Tax Collector

Daddy’s home Lyrics by Yung Tax Collector

Make a hit song in only an hour
I’m make these songs while im in the shower
Im lickin yo girls toes and it tastes sour
My famous is big just like bowser

You ain’t finna pull up yeah you a coward
Blastin my songs can you talk louder?
Cookin up white and sniffin up powder
You would never ? yeah you a doubter

Yo girl ?
I get that bread just like a diner
Make yo son disappear like ?
Yo girl ? love on me just like a biker

That linеs not sexual please bеlieve me
I gotta pause just like berleezy
Your style is not appeasing
Made it out the hood now al my homies feasting

Just kidding i grew up in the suburbs
Yo girl want me but i kick her to the curb
Stop hitting my phone i will not give you a ?
I want my lil baby just like lil durk

You think im funny but thats because im depressed
I am hungry just like ?
You are so gay just like lil nas x
Got the biggest man b##bs no i dont have pecs

Im a certified lover boy like drake
Im just kidding my music great
I get the drip just like a big lake
Im on fire like an ?

I will keep rapping but i am sore now
Ay, bro can he record now?
You think it is fun but im getting bored now
You always tryna start ? you a ?

Switch up the flow just like caitlyn jenner
Ill sart my own narcissistic app like jeremy renner
I got the drip just like a water bender
You are such a wimp that you switched up your gender, ay

I know that your broke bro top talkin trash
You say that im sus but you didn’t do tasks
Pull out the 45. and shoot you in your back
Pull up to yo house if you keep talkin bad

You say that im garbage but you can’t rap
Im stickin to the money just like some sap
Call me broke but you ain’t gettin cash
I see some money so i run to that bag

I call you and yo ? cause you actin sus
Run into that girl so i leave you in the dust
Get a billion dollars but its not enough
You say that your good but you really suck

That girl want some money she dont really love
I be lookin fly, just like a dove
That girl just peed time to fill up my cup
My music good so you know im comin up

You know im done rapping im gonna stop now
I got the drip like the river in moscow
You may step down because im the boss now
I used to be broke dont care what it costs now

I didn’t get any girls but i got the sauce now
Yo girl hit my phone like “are you in town now?”
I got the Glock, it go “peow peow!”
Ice on my wrist so i call it a ?

Ice on my wrist so you know im getting colder
My girl left the house now im boutta scold her
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Keep a pole like amy poler

Yuh, yuh, yuh
Im bipoler ayhhhh
Um, just a quick message for YTC, uh, all the lyrics I say in this album are completely jokes, and none of it is realistic, um, I don’t do drugs, uh, none, none of my lyrics are sexual. Uh, so I don’t, do… That kind of thing. Uh, most of my lyrics are just supposed to be funny flexes and kind of just wierd, uh comparison lyrics and trust me brothers, this album is fire, um, ?, uh well, what else can I say man? Um, just enjoy the album. Alright? Don’t, come. Don’t text my phone be like, “Oh! Dude! I can’t believe you said that in this album!” I dont mean it. It’s just all jokes
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Yung Tax Collector Lyrics – Daddy’s home

Yung Tax Collector

Daddy’s home