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Crib Tax - Wiki Lyrics








[Intro]

(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)



[Verse 1]

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



[Chorus]

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)



[Verse 2]

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



[Chorus]

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)



[Chorus]

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!)



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