Maytag (Tax Free) Lyrics

Ben Reilly Maytag (Tax Free) Lyrics

Ben Reilly Maytag (Tax Free) Lyrics

FOURMATIC boys on the rise

We the wave like erosions

Y’all niggas way too tired(Tide)

Nigga what do you gain(Gain) from emotions

Stop the commotion

Y’all niggas not outside

Suck a dick

You sucka niggas can die

If i want it

There ain’t no way you can stop it

I could cancel all your plans with a swipe

I could cancel all your plans for life


You see the physique

You know you not fucking with me

To keep it a bean, i need me a G

If I’m putting words to a sheet

You Niggas centipedes

You sensitive please

A hundred feet on ’em at least

I’m where I’m supposed to be

My spirit at ease

You don’t wanna talk about free

I need 20 million on me (Tax Free)

Why you talking on the tweets (At Me)

I can see it in your face (Ance)

You don’t feel safe

Why won’t you come clean? (Tax Free)

Got a brand new watch, that bitch tax free (Yuh!)

I don’t need no glock for no rap beef (Save)

Them boys xerox, that’s a pet peeve

Bitch I paid my dues

(Tax Free)

Maytag niggas Im’a Maytag niggas (Maytag)

Maytag niggas Im’a Maytag niggas (Louder)

Maytag niggas Im’a Maytag niggas (Kids!)

Maytag niggas Im’a Maytag niggas (Louder!)

Maytag niggas Im’a Maytag niggas


Name a nigga that can wash me (Yea right, okay!)

Better go get some money (Yea right, okay!)

Air it out like laundry (Yea right, okay!)

All my ‘ville niggas copy (Yea right, okay!)

Maytag niggas Im’a Maytag niggas

Maytag niggas Im’a Maytag niggas


Sick of all you hoes it’s a pandemic

He said he want smoke can he handle it


You don’t gotta question if I’m authentic

All my hoes from the motherland they look like Russell stover’s

Bitch I’m feeling extra as fuck

Leprechaun scope, nigga push your luck

I don’t need to boast

I just gotta show up

Yeah, I heard your flows, you ain’t  fucking wit us

Bitch, I know yo’ baby momma way too well especially

She tell me what time you work, so I’ll be there till next week

I got me some lead for anybody wanna test me

Bless me, I don’t need protection

Capricorn king, you cant cancel me

Well dressed hood booger baby dance with me

I know what you want

Get your hands off me

All she get is dick and happy hour then she go to sleep

Tell me who you with cause ain’t no playing sides

Run up on yo’ ass, it’s just me no mas

Niggas mad cause my theme song like E. coli

Roming wit pockets of Romaine

Gold chains

Go change your gang

Niggas want yo lane no way

Ima let you get in my space

Ima take the food off yo plate

Ima give yo’ boo yoplait

Playing no games with this shit

I’m like Coltrane with this shit

put my soul train in yo bitch

Head for goal don’t need assist

How you a goat? You don’t exist

Open the door, hit me a lick

Bitch I’m Hov’s 92 bricks

Losing control, niggas don’t know where to go

You headed straight for the cliff

You get exposed, you perpetrate in your flows

Better come clean with that shit