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lirik lagu taxi driver – mike oxlong

[intro]
i think n0body in this room can get on my level
on god, michael’s back
watchin me, i know it

[verse 1]
i’m like a f*ckin’ brush, i make been waves
mike has bodied so many beats and beefs, lay em’ in their graves
have a gas pedal to a hater, everytime he misbehaves
i got game like craig on fridays
i vision that f*ckin’ p*ssy as mikes prey
swear if any motherf*cker pop my bubble, i’ll lose my mind
moved out with warm weather, chi city, here comes the cold wind
b*tch lost her virginity, it’s up for her to find
mike is all thе way to the f*cking finish line
who do you think you are? huh
brucе willis in this f*ckin’ date we called blind
the way i write, i’m almost close to being a mastermind
kids play with fire, but we call it making music
throw you motherf*ckers like jazzy jeff
cook up our beef match, like the chef
crossing enemy lines, looks to be no ref

[chorus]
yall my taxi drivers, driving me to better success
i speak truth, it can get no better than this
speeding through all yall, could get no hotter than this
got no life, this hate you can call it quits
your deep down, i’m up, that’s what your ass gets
yall my taxi drivers, driving me to better success
i speak truth, it can get no better than this
speeding through all yall, could get no hotter than this
got no life, this hate you can call it quits
your deep down, i’m up, that’s what your ass gets
[verse 2]
melt your whole mind state right now
retreat some water in that b*tch
michael lee been playing tag, its to the point i feel it
get money by the hour, sorry there’s nothing you can do to stop it
used to be on the list
but now i buy every single gun that’s in the cops list
take the l, put it on your wall of shame
f*ckin’ with mike, your now playing with la flame
you have reasons and evidence, but with about the claim
let everything slide, but my swings you can’t take
the snakes always hiss and b*tches gonna kiss
they i look better than ever, i’m about that f*cking king
bullets fetch mike but they’re dumb enough to miss
running outta time, that sweating that you spill
running outta ideas, its time i need to refill
running it back while they fall back on the treadmill
cook the beef, now light up the grill

[chorus]
yall my taxi drivers, driving me to better success
i speak truth, it can get no better than this
speeding through all yall, could get no hotter than this
got no life, this hate you can call it quits
your deep down, i’m up, that’s what your ass gets
yall my taxi drivers, driving me to better success
i speak truth, it can get no better than this
speeding through all yall, could get no hotter than this
got no life, this hate you can call it quits
your deep down, i’m up, that’s what your ass gets
[verse 3]
one, two, buckle my shoes
three, four, lost the bloods in the blues
crazy paints a vivid picture, motherf*ckas losing screws
excuse me, gotta get pass you, you old news
turn on nonsense just for you to be confused
put me in other rappers feature lists, overused
been through all the missions man, even got survival wounds
take my food away from my mouth, the soul’s removed
all american millionaires, there real wifes gotta be money
leave b*tterflies in yo tummy
breathe on this exposure like a dead mummy
the studios h*o*t, days looking extra sunny
show me the money like a bank robber
also steal your b*tch, you tellin’ me you just got her
like father, like son, your more of a son and i’m father
switch certain styles, you find it bizarre
try to open my doors with a f*cking crowbar
b*tch i’m rolling loud, i got the alphabet in the car
my lifes a movie, all my homies is the co*star’s
catch michael if you can, i’m not to far

- mike oxlong

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