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Tuesday, February 8, 2011 | 8:01am
Imagine Getting a $1.13 Million IRS bill and Paying It Off Same Day
That’s what Lil Wayne did just to avoid the headache.
@liltunechi
Its tax time and most of you are sitting around waiting to see if you’ll be getting a refund or have to cough up some extra bread to pay Uncle Sam. In the case of Lil Wayne, that “extra bread” was $1.13 Million dollars. That’s right, that’s how much the alien prince owed in back taxes but instead of setting up a payment plan like you or I would have done for our couple hundred dollar bill, Weezie couldn’t be bothered and instead just payed the entire bill with one check. I would wait until it clears before I’d get excited IRS.
Wayne has had a long history with the tax man including a $977,840 lien placed against him in 2008 and a report he failed to pay any taxes on his One Family Foundation last year.
I’m not really sure what state he files his income tax and each state is obviously different with regard to tax law but assuming this is from his federal return and he’s paying that much in tax you can bet he made a grip last year. Must be nice.
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that’s that masonry money lol!!
here we go
LOL!!!
That’s smart money right there. Pay and go back out and shuck. Go dance, Gremlin.
[Lil Wayne]
Listen
I grew up where them people call them people on us
Think we slangin but we just got beepers on us
Grinding all day like we got sleep insomnia
Living like the videos write a treatment on us
Stuck in the hood like they poured cement on us
Ghetto bird still shitin on us
Government still quitting on us
Lost a few homies and the grief’s still sitting on us
So we got they names written on us
White folks still spitting on us
And them bitch ass police k9′s teeth still gritting on us
But we smoke ashes still getting on us
Older bitches still hitting on us
I remember well
BZ rolled a L, BZ ain’t here
Where’s BZ at? BZ got killed
And that was my nigga
I go way back with my nigga
But I know that’s how it happened my nigga
Shit is much deeper then this rapping, My nigga
But know they all rappin, My niggas
So now I must make it happen
So I’m a play the captain
Sail boat flapping
My nigga
No fingers I’m snapping
Happy for my nigga lil Tagus
Cause even though we couldnt
The lord saved him
Last time we seen him was when Katrina hated
Shhh found his body like a month later
Rest in peace boy
He was a east boy
And so was Wessy West
He was a good nigga so I know he bless
And his daughter is a princess
This shit is harder than a bench press
But let me keep going
But I swear I got a lump in my throat
But I’m a keep on pumping the flow
So if I cry don’t stop the beat
I feel like my heart just stopped the beat
My nigga lil Derek was quick to cop a key
Either that or load the gat and go pop a G
And because of that
He’s just a name in a rhyme of mine
I pray his family in his momma’s fine
So much shit, just sit on this mind to mine
I think about it all the time
I drink about it all the time
I smoke back to back
Cause if my thoughts got to me I’d be in this rap
Or I’ll be in a can
Thank god I had dreams of being a man
Yeah
And fuck a man with a badge
Cause he ain’t shit to a man on the edge
The 5-0 killed Naudy, the good boy dead
Man you would’ve thought they killed cornbread
Shot him up face down on the lawn
Not to mention wit his handcuffs on
Not to mention they had plain clothes on
And the complaint goes on
But nobody do nothing about it
The jail house and the morgue is to fucking crowded
And hate is at an all time high
Everybody gotta hater like a fucking ipod
Shit and they tried to burn my Phantom up
But I got my gun licenses
I got my hammers up
I’m ready to shoot like a ca-me-ra
Stay still motherfucker
I’m a have to write my will this summer
Cause if they don’t kill me
I’m a kill this summer
Yea
And you can put that on my late father
Or my late grandmother, Miss Mercedes Carter
Or my grandfather Larry Balsock
The old man hustled till his heart stopped
And I know that my real pops had money
No bank account that brown paper bag money
Yea he might hit me off with a little brag money
But that nigga still wouldn’t be a dad for me
But look how I turned out I hope he glad for me
But that’s why when I see him I acts mad funny
Cause he a joke to me
Don’t message, don’t call
Don’t talk to me
It’s just me and my momma
How it suppose to be
And I make sure she paid like she wrote for me
And I know she gets all hope from me
And I don’t never wanna see her mope for me
Hopefully!
But Truthfully
There is a day that’s due for me
But we gone pray that it’s as far as the future sees
You are listening to the future Weezy F. Baby. Amen
So dude says a couple of socially conscience words and it overrides all the bullshit, huh?
Just don’t feed him after midnight or get his ugly ass wet…lol
non-important report. He aint the only person who pay taxes. but he’s a rapper and that’s what the basis of this is. lol