Текст песни Death, Taxes, Swag! - Eternal Xæxii

I hate swag
How you hate a nigga cause he so swagged out

How you hate a nigga cause he swagged out
Swagged Out
He Swagged out
Come on little shawty yeah, I need a little favor

Can't lock in right now I'mma player
I ain't got no cape on, bitch I can't save ya
Death, Taxes, And Xæxii getting paid yeah
That's the three certains in your life oh yeah

And I'm certain I can go all night oh yeah
I just need a half of percocet
Never seen her, yeah, I'm tryna get to know ya
Only took one night, to get the bitch to bend over

She do anything I say she like a soldier
All black on my fit like I'm Folgers
Only three certains in life, yeah, I told you
First certain, is Death
Second certain, is Taxes
Third certain, is that I'm having